Left For Dead, I Rise Again

My husband left me to die in a car wreck. When I survived and confronted his mistress, he fractured my skull. But that wasn't the worst thing he did.

After his mistress framed me for an injury, he cornered me in a hospital hallway.

He took my right hand-the one I used to be a brilliant architect-and deliberately broke it, ending my career.

He thought he had destroyed my future.

He had no idea he had just declared war.