Melomiri

I Bought My Own Tombstone

Language: en

My parents’ adopted daughter—their perfect, darling girl—drove drunk and killed a man. She cried, shaking, telling everyone how terrified she was. My brother, without a single second of hesitation, pushed me out to take the fall. My fiancé, a high-profile defense attorney, even committed perjury to seal my fate, pointing his finger at me in open court. Three years of living hell followed. In that prison, I was tormented daily. They broke me, physically and mentally, even shattering my right hand. The constant, agonizing abuse eventually manifested as terminal stomach cancer. "Inmate…

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