The Gold Digger's True Story

My father' s Medal of Honor sat on my dresser, a stark reminder of sacrifice. With my mother dying and medical bills crushing us, I agreed to Eleanor Thornton's offer: marry her comatose son, Ethan, for my mother's life. Five years later, I'd raised Leo and Lily, managing the estate. Then Ethan awoke. His first words were a snarl: "She looks like a gold-digger." With his mother and ex-girlfriend Ashley, he launched a campaign of humiliation, twisting my every action. They staged a fake poisoning, making me appear malicious. My defenses fueled their accusations, confirming my supposed greed. Then came the ultimate threat: he'd gain sole custody, declaring me an unfit mother. "Ashley will be the mother to my children." That was the breaking point. I would not lose my children. I wrote to General Markwell, my father' s closest friend, invoking the honor he stood for. The sudden arrival of a JAG officer at our mansion signaled the Thornton family was about to face a power far beyond their influence.