From Fiancée to Felon

rful man in the state, and I was about to marry

stumbled in, clothes torn, pointing a shaking finger

e question, he declared, "You are no longer my fiancée. You are an inmate." He sen

le, venomous lie. How could he believe such a monstrous accusation withou

ery day was a fight for survival, and the truth was buried deeper than any grave. But in the darkness, a