A Second Chance Without My Cruel Husband

I was sitting in the dark when my phone buzzed with a live broadcast from five years ago. On the screen, my younger self was about to accept a marriage proposal from Dante Russo.

Right next to that broadcast, a new message popped up from my husband. It was a video of him sleeping with his latest mistress, and this time, the woman moaning on our bed was my closest confidante.

For four years, Dante had systematically stripped my world away. He framed me, destroyed my independent design studio, and used my father's life-saving dialysis medication to chain me to his side as a prisoner.