nally had my own: a baby with my fiancé, Ethan
ved me but couldn't save my eyes. I believed
mination of my pregnancy, even the removal of my uterus, were all to secure Isabella' s future-a woman
ily. He moved his mistress and their child into our home, telling me they were a struggling friend and her daughter, ex
n a horrific stage for his twisted play. Why would he do this? H
d be my prison. He was wrong. It would be my shield. I would play the part of the blind victim, gather my evid