I Went to Jail to Save His First Love

Gilbert Bolton and I got married.

On our wedding day, his so-called first love—Irene Elliott—was involved in a car accident that claimed a life. Instead of offering support, he turned on me, accusing me of provoking her.

"Irene can't have a criminal record," he said coldly. "You take the fall for her."

When I refused, he threatened my father's safety, leaving me no choice but to agree. I bore the blame for Irene's crime and was thrown into prison. Tortured and broken, I endured a life worse than death, but it was there that I finally saw Gilbert—and my own heart—clearly.