The Wife He Threw Away, Rebuilt

After four years of being tortured in a black site, I finally escaped. I crawled back home, driven only by the thought of my husband, Brody, and our son, Eben.

But when I reached the gates of our estate, he didn't recognize my emaciated frame. He called me a beggar and had the guards throw me out.

He was with my stepsister, Carla. And my own son ran into her arms, crying, "Mom!"

Brody believed Carla' s lies-that I'd abandoned them for another man. He had me committed to a "rehab facility," which was actually the same hellhole I'd just escaped. He handed me back to my torturer.