Hidden Wife: Rising From The Ashes

Hidden Marriage for Two Years, I Hid Our Marriage Certificate and Was Content to Be Nothing but My Husband's Legal Assistant.

Even with severe second- and third-degree burns across my body, I charged into a raging fire to save Gia Delaney, his childhood sweetheart.

Yet Gia felt no gratitude. Instead, she publicly accused me of setting the fire and of coming between them.

I begged my husband Brighton to tell the truth. Instead, he gently held Gia in his arms:

"I tolerated your obsession because I felt sorry for your difficult family background. I never imagined you'd actually delude yourself into thinking I'd marry you. Let me make this clear—Gia is the only woman I've ever loved."

I was on the verge of collapse, desperate for an explanation, when I accidentally bumped into Gia. Brighton shoved me so hard I crashed to the floor.

When I woke up, a nurse handed me a miscarriage report and told me I would never be able to bear children again.

I wanted to run away and disappear. But Brighton, to protect Gia, forged medical records and had me locked away in an illegal psychiatric institution, where guards tortured me with electric shock batons.

I barely escaped that living hell.

This time, what I wanted was more than a divorce. I would bring all my evidence and watch their lives burn to ash.