He Saw My Soul, Not My Scars

My husband, Jeremiah, let me die from an allergic reaction because he couldn't pause his video game. He dismissed my kidnapping as a prank and refused to come to the hospital when I was miscarrying our child.

But the final straw came when he ordered doctors to carve skin from my body for his mistress's minor burn.

He thought he had broken me, but he was wrong. I exposed his affair, took his company, and left him with nothing.

Years later, he crashed my wedding to another man, begging for a second chance. "Elena lied to me! She manipulated me! It was always you, Celina!"