Wish You Hell, Mr. Foster

Synopsis

I had been married to Michael Foster for five years. We were a devoted couple—until he sent my father to prison, drove my mother to her death, and destroyed my entire family. That was when I realized: all five years of marriage, I had been nothing but a pawn in his game. He'd planned for years. He'd plotted against me for years. That night at the grave, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice curling like a serpent: "Don't cry, Eve... If you lose the baby, your father won't have it easy in prison." I didn't cry. I lay in a pool of blood, my unborn child still inside me, and let go of my last breath. Yet the architect of every scheme, my husband, finally shattered.