Introduction

I loved Michael so fully, a quiet burning devotion for my youth pastor, believing he was my soulmate.

Then he left me for his "true love."

In a fit of desperate jealousy, I hired men to just `scare` him, but it went horribly wrong.

He suffered a head injury, waking with amnesia, claiming I was the only woman he remembered, the only one he loved.

Guilt gnawed at me, but I clung to his twisted miracle, marrying him fast.

My mother warned me, her voice weak but firm: "Sarah, this isn't right."

I dismissed her, blinded by supposed love.

Months later, in an isolated cabin during brutal childbirth, I heard Michael' s voice, cold and ruthless.

He confessed his amnesia was a lie, a scheme with my stepsister, Jessica, his true love.

They planned to steal my baby and force me into degradation.

My baby girl was murdered by him, yet I was forced to breastfeed Jessica' s child, a constant, sickening humiliation.

My mother' s warnings echoed, a devastating realization setting in: I was just a pawn, a "milk machine."

But when Jessica cruelly revealed my own child had been slowly poisoned, something in me snapped.

Broken, but not defeated, Mama V – an old friend of my late mother – recognized me when Michael dumped me at a decrepit city club, fully intending to sell me into a life I couldn't bear.

She offered me a choice: sing for my life, or be swallowed by despair.

I chose to sing.

And I chose to live.