His Betrayal, My Steel-Legged Return

The first time my husband tried to have me killed, he used our eight-year-old daughter as the bait.

After I discovered his affair with a woman whose college tuition I was paying, he staged our daughter's kidnapping to lure me into a trap.

I woke up in a hospital, my legs amputated, my womb removed, a permanent cripple.

My husband, Eugene, played the part of the grieving spouse perfectly, promising police he' d find the monsters responsible.

But I overheard him whispering to our daughter in the hallway.