Ten Scars: A Billionaire's Cruelty

For nine years, my life was a gilded cage, controlled by Wall Street titan Mark.

My photography dreams withered under his shadow, and ten forced abortions left me a hollow shell, each ending with his manipulative charm or self-pitying tears.

The latest procedure, just yesterday, left me weak, but I still had to pick him up.

I found him at the awards dinner, his arm around Jessica, his intern.

Then he kissed her, publicly, and announced her pregnancy.

“Sarah, darling,” he slurred, “Jessica’s pregnant.

And who better to mentor her than you? You’re practically an expert, aren’t you?”