The Husband Who Broke Me

“Liam once bought me an island and filled a gallery with my art, showering me with a love so grand it felt like magic, a devotion I mistook for safety. Then, one Tuesday, it shattered. "Chloe is pregnant," he stated, his adopted sister, the one who called me 'sis,' and the child was supposedly his. I watched, numb and disbelieving, as he dismissed my pleas, his eyes cold as ice, twisting reality to protect her reputation above all else-our marriage, our family, even our infant son, Leo. His twisted logic knew no bounds; he forced me into an impossible lie, threatening to destroy me if I refused, transforming our home into a gilded cage where I was trapped, a hostage to his obsession. The nightmare deepened when Chloe, in a sickening act, diluted Leo's life-saving medicine, causing his death; yet, Liam, blinded by his loyalty to her, believed her teary lies over my anguished truth, leaving me utterly alone in my grief. As if that wasn't enough, she desecrated Leo's ashes with cat litter, and Liam, with terrifying calm, forced me to clean the vile mixture with my bare hands, shattering what little spirit I had left. The final insult came at a charity gala: Liam, to satisfy Chloe's cruel whim, forced me-severely allergic-to eat shrimp, causing me to collapse as he publicly announced Chloe's fake pregnancy, erasing my existence. His betrayal led to my brutal assault by his enemies, orchestrated by Chloe, where Leo's ashes were scattered, and in utter despair, I consumed the last dose of an experimental amnesiac, praying for oblivion. Three years later, I am Anya, a flower shop owner in France, my past a blank slate, living a peaceful life with Ben, the kind doctor who has grown to love me. But the past is not done with me yet. Liam arrives, a ghost of his former self, consumed by a desperate need for redemption, unraveling the fragile peace I've built and dragging me back to a history of trauma, betrayal, and a dead child I cannot remember, yet feel with every fibra of my being.”