Till Death, A Bloody Vow

My husband Adam and I built our empire on a vow made in blood: "Till death do us part." For fifteen years, that promise was our foundation. Then I found the photos of his mistress.

He refused a divorce, trapping me with our vow while she called to announce her pregnancy. He chose her, even hitting me to protect her.

At their wedding, I played a recording of him calling me "damaged goods" and "barren."

"What use is a wife who can't give you an heir?" he'd asked her.

But his mistress had sent me a little wedding gift: a file detailing the kidnapping I'd suffered years ago.