Exchanging Fates

Synopsis

My name was Nevaeh Porter. My husband, Rodney Sanford, made me mute with his own hands. All because his one true love, Phoebe Rich, complained that my voice was too harsh. The day he took away my voice, he pinned my head down and poured the poison straight into my mouth. I fought, I cried, I begged him, but he never stopped. The poison was scalding hot, burning my throat like a branding iron. After he was done, I lay on the floor like a beaten dog, coughing so hard that it felt like my chest was being torn apart. He stared down at me coldly. "Don't be scared. This is just temporary. Once Phoebe gets better, I'll give you your voice back." Then he turned and walked away, not even looking back at me. He had no idea that I was already carrying his baby. It had been three months.