Unloved Wife, Unstoppable Woman

From the back cover

The twisted metal was the last thing I remembered before darkness took over.

When I woke, the hospital air hung heavy with antiseptic, and my body screamed with fresh injuries.

My first thought was of Mark, my husband, the man I' d sacrificed my brilliant career for.

My phone, cracked but miraculously working, trembled in my hand as I called his number, a number I knew better than my own.

It rang. And rang. Then, voicemail.

Panic clawed at my drug-induced calm. He always answered.

An hour later. Voicemail. Again? Voicemail.

My last hope was our son, Liam, glued to his phone.

"Liam, honey, it' s Mom. I can' t reach your father. Can you please tell him I' m in the hospital? I was in a car accident."

His voice was cold, impatient. "What?"

Then, the sickening scoff. "A car accident? Is that your new strategy to get Dad' s attention? He' s busy, Mom. He' s with Chloe, closing a big deal. He doesn' t have time for your drama."

Chloe. The name hit me harder than the car had.

"Liam, I' m not lying. I' m at City General. I' m hurt."

"Whatever," he drawled, bored. "Stop calling and bothering us. You' re just embarrassing yourself."

The click echoed in the sterile room. A notification flashed on my cracked screen: You have been blocked by this number.

The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering agony in my heart.

Betrayed by my husband, abandoned by my son.

In that moment something inside me broke. But something else, hard and resolute, began to form.