His Calculated Cruelty

re-perfect Charleston fairy tale. I was Savannah Monroe, a

thought. I was deeply in love, co

a pristine hospital room, pain searing through me. Ethan, my seemin

king, I heard their voices. Ethan's, devoid

. The hysterectomy... to make things easier. Bro

he accident was staged. He'd orchestrated my paralysis and barrenness,

edding, the very lace from my mother's heirloom gown. He

oe woman could want, betray me so completely? It wasn't just a be

the cruelty, s

oken, a fierce resolve ignited within me. My fairy tale was a lie, but Sa