After They Gaslit Me Into A Asylum
Language: en
I had spent the last month at a private hospice care center, sleeping by my terminally ill mother’s bedside. I was dying to get back home. I couldn’t wait to surprise my five-year-old daughter, Lily, at our suburban mansion. But the moment I pushed the front door open, my mother-in-law, Beatrice Carter, looked at me and frowned. "Olivia? Isn't it the weekend? Why are you back here tutoring so early?" Her words hit me like a physical blow. I froze. I am Georgina. Since when did I become Olivia, our daughter’s college-student tutor? Before I could process this, my husband Anthony came…