The federal prison gate clanged shut behind me after a decade.
I clutched my meager belongings, ready to rebuild my life with Mark, our shared dream, Bishop Developments, guiding me forward.
But Mark wasn't there.
Instead, I found him in a sprawling mansion, with Tiffany Hayes and a shocking six children – the oldest conceived exactly when I began my sentence.
His cold indifference, her smug pride, and the complicity of his parents, even my own mother and father, hit harder than any prison reality.
My father, then my brother, physically attacked me, while my family watched, cementing their betrayal.
My decade of sacrifice, my shattered hope – it all became a bitter, mocking joke.
How could everyone I loved, everyone I protected, conspire to build their perfect lives on my stolen one?
Their Thanksgiving display of cruelty was the breaking point.
But from the ashes of betrayal, a new resolve ignited.
As my fierce prison ally, Queenie Jackson, burst through the doors, I knew: the time for apologies was over.
It was time for war, and I would take back everything.