After spending two years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit, Elena walked free while her husband celebrated his engagement to the woman he used to destroy her.
What Marcus didn’t know was that Elena had spent every day collecting evidence, waiting for the perfect moment to tear his empire apart.
The prison gates opened at sunrise, but my husband wasn’t there waiting for me.
That was fine.
I hadn’t survived two years behind bars to be saved by the man who put me there.
My name is Elena Vale, and my husband, Marcus, sent me to prison with fake tears and carefully crafted lies.
In court, he held the hand of his mistress, Vivian Cross, and whispered to the jury:
“She attacked Vivian out of jealousy. She caused the miscarriage.”
Vivian lowered her eyes perfectly, one delicate hand resting on her stomach while wearing the diamond bracelet Marcus had once given me.
Everyone believed them.
Why wouldn’t they?
Marcus was rich, charming, admired.
Vivian looked fragile and heartbroken.
And I was the cold wife who refused to cry for an audience.
The night I was arrested, Marcus visited my holding cell once.
His expensive suit smelled like cedarwood and victory.
