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Just 11 minutes after I returned from the hospital with a shattered femur, my mother-in-law kicked my crutches away. Ignoring my agonized screams, she and my husband dragged me into a pitch-black garage.

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as it fell.

The floor rushed upward.

My injured leg buckled beneath me, and a savage burst of agony ripped from my hip to my ankle.

I screamed until I tasted blood.

Through tears, I reached toward Caleb, expecting him to help me, to protect me, to be the man I believed I had married.

He finally moved.

But not to save me.

His hand closed around my throat.

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