She Died for Her Son's Future

My days were a silent decay, confined to a dark wing of my husband Ethan' s sprawling estate, a place as forgotten as I had become.

Once a celebrated musician, now I was a ghostly presence, my body frail, my spirit hollowed by isolation.

Then, they came for me: two brute men pulling me from my stained mattress into the blinding opulence of Ethan' s main living area.

My husband stood there, a king with his pop star queen, Chloe, and my own son, Leo, whose face was a mask of coldness.