My Husband Chose His First Love’s Tears Over My Word — Then a Video at His Grandfather’s Party Revealed Who Really Wanted Me Dead
Nothing in my life was safe from the reconsidering.
And the cruelest part was not that they had used me.
It was that they had let me be grateful for it.
For eighteen years I had thanked the people who were keeping me penned, and meant it, and that theft — the theft of my own gratitude, spent on my captors — was somehow the one I found hardest to forgive.
Chapter 11 — The Tea