ough the tense living room silence
wasn't my own. I was the villainous side character, destine
rush, David, would forge a psychiatric evaluation. And my fiancé, Ethan, would use it to have me
g to my forced skin graft. She poisoned me with mangoes, knowing my severe allergy, almost killing me, only for them to demand I apologize to
so cruel. How could the men who once protected me become m
eveal the truth, and rewrite my ending. My chose