He Cheated, I Chose Better

On the day of my tenth wedding anniversary, I was kidnapped by my husband’s rival.

A cold blade pressed against my throat as the kidnapper forced me to call Maxine. My hands trembled as I dialed, but his phone was unreachable—over and over again.

I closed my eyes, my heart already numb, and in the next breath, I was pushed from a helicopter—10,000 meters above a lake.

By some miracle, I survived.

I spent three days unconscious in the hospital. When I finally opened my eyes, there was no one by my bedside. Not even him.

The first notification on my phone was a social media post.