Escaping My Husband's Betrayal

On the night of my husband Carlos' thirtieth birthday, he tried to kill me, but I survived. Our unborn baby didn't. Worse, I learned that he wanted me dead for his mistress.

When I tried to expose him, he framed my brother for a crime he didn't commit, holding his freedom over my head.

He thinks he has won. He thinks I am trapped in this gilded cage, powerless.

But as I wipe the last tear from my face, I realize grief has turned into something sharp. I look him in the eye and demand a divorce.