Love Taken for Granted

My half-sister, Wanda, committed a hit-and-run while drunk driving. To shield her from punishment, my fiancé—an esteemed lawyer and the man I once trusted above all—made me take the fall.

He didn't even flinch as he condemned me. "For someone as vile as her, taking Wanda's place in prison is a blessing," he had said with a frown of cold disdain.

For five years, I endured the suffocating walls of a prison cell, bearing a crime I didn't commit. My anger kept me alive, my resolve hardening with every passing day.