The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

From the back cover

My husband, Kahlil, despised me, while his "sister" Cassandra lived in our home, playing the role of a fragile, wheelchair-bound victim.

To get rid of me, she orchestrated a trap, taking a misleading photo to frame me for having an affair.

When Kahlil saw the photo, he didn't even give me a chance to explain.

He believed Cassandra's fake tears instantly and violently shoved me away.

I crashed hard into a heavy glass table, the impact sending agonizing spasms through my stomach that dropped me to the floor in a cold sweat.

While I writhed in excruciating pain, he stood there shielding the very woman who was destroying my life.

"Stop playing the victim," he roared, looking at me with pure disgust. "You are my wife in name, and you will not make a fool of me!"

My heart completely shattered as I lay on the cold hardwood floor.

I had never been unfaithful, yet he treated me like property, blindly protecting a snake who wore sheer tops to seduce him at midnight.

Why was I enduring this suffocating farce of a marriage just to be trampled on?

But when Cassandra pushed her luck and hired a sleazy playboy to assault me in the dark garden, her perfect mask finally shattered.

As Kahlil rushed in to save me, a terrified Cassandra forgot her own lie and stood up from her wheelchair on two perfectly healthy legs.

Looking at their shocked faces, I realized it was finally time to crush the snake and walk away for good.