His Love Her Hell

I saved him.

Captain Alex Miller, a war hero, bleeding out in the streets during a riot-I, Sarah, an animal behaviorist, pulled him to safety.

He proposed two months later, a fairytale wedding for the tabloids.

Our life in his penthouse was breathtaking, until the mysterious illness began, turning me into a weak, dying shadow of myself.

Alex, the devoted husband, vowed to save me, even with experimental, "forbidden" procedures involving animal grafts.

I woke up after the first surgery, my lungs replaced, my back a lumpy horror, but I was alive and grateful for his sacrifice.

Then, I overheard his chilling conversation, his voice cold and clinical, about the "side effects" being the "entire point," and Olivia.

He gloated about making me sick, about orchestrating my family' s "unfortunate accident."

The man I loved, my savior, was a monster, meticulously destroying me.

Now, with a shriveled monkey' s paw stitched to my arm, I lie in a cage, a public spectacle for the mob he summoned.