The Fiancé Who Stole My Life

“My fiancé, Garrison, told me his family would love me. He said I was perfect. But at our engagement dinner, I overheard their real plan: to harvest my kidney for his sick sister, Corliss, and then discard me. They framed me for pushing Corliss, causing her to have a "stress-induced episode." Garrison, believing their lies, had me thrown into a brutal "behavioral correction facility." When he finally came for me, it wasn't to save me. It was to show off his new woman, my old rival, Katia. He humiliated me at a party, forcing me to wear the same dress as her, then accused me of sabotaging a chandelier that nearly killed them-a chandelier I had actually pushed him away from. In the hospital, broken and bruised from a car crash Katia orchestrated, Garrison showed me faked evidence of my "crimes." He called me an empty void, a monster, and told me he was done with me. He believed I was a jealous viper trying to destroy his family. He never saw that they were the ones who had systematically destroyed me. Lying in that hospital bed, alone and in agony, I finally understood. The man I loved was a stranger, and his family were my tormentors. As he walked out of my life for good, a cold peace settled over me. I was finally free. And I would never look back.”