MY HUSBAND HAD ME SENT TO PRISON OVER HIS MISTRESS’S MISCARRIAGE — TWO YEARS LATER, I WALKED FREE AND LOCKED DOWN EVERY DOLLAR HE TOOK

felt unfamiliar.

“Women’s health,” you said. “That’s bold, considering the miscarriage never happened.”

Noah looked up immediately.

Celeste did not.

She already knew.

You had explained it in your first prison letter to her, the one that took six weeks to arrive because Marcus had arranged for much of your mail to disappear. Vivian’s medical records never continue reading …