When I die, I Swear my Husband will be Broken

I escaped a trafficker's truck after three days and dragged myself home, only to find my belongings in garbage bags and a familiar voice laughing inside.

"Finally got rid of her," my husband, Liam, bragged lightly. "The payout from those traffickers was more than enough to clear the debts and get you that designer bag you wanted, Chloe."

My stepsister giggled in response. "You're the best. I was so tired of pretending to be the sweet little stepsister."

At that moment, the devoted wife who loved him died. I hadn't been kidnapped by random thugs in a dark alley—I had been sold by my own…