Her Shattered Heart, His Cruel Betrayal

From the back cover

My husband's pregnant mistress disappeared, and he accused me of kidnapping her.

To force a confession, he dragged a writhing burlap sack into the living room, threatening to beat the "stray dog" inside if I didn't tell him where she was.

I screamed that our son, Jalen, was inside. He just laughed, calling me a liar as he raised an iron poker.

I watched, helpless, as he brought it down again and again, ignoring my pleas.

Through the blood-soaked fabric, I heard our son's last, faint whisper: "Daddy…"

As if that wasn't enough, he then had his men drag me to a back room to punish me for his mistress’s supposed miscarriage.

They left me broken on the floor, my son dead and my soul shattered. With nothing left to live for, I threw myself into the ocean.

But I was saved. And when I opened my eyes, I made a vow. I would return, and I would drag them both down to the hell they built for me.