The Scar That Freed My Soul

To force my husband to sign the divorce papers, I had to press a blade against my own neck until I bled.

He was hesitating because he didn't want a scandal, even though he had just watched his mistress push me down the stairs, killing our unborn child.

While I lay bleeding on the floor, Calvin didn't call an ambulance for me; he comforted her because she was "scared."

I walked away with a jagged scar and a broken soul, leaving them to their stolen happiness.

Five years later, at a party, the game "Never Have I Ever" brought everything crashing back.