Three Knives to Break My Chains
Language: en
My adoptive sister, Ivy, was abused barely a week after her wedding. The moment I heard, I rushed over to protect her. Instead, she locked me in the house with her husband, who was in a blind, drunken rage. He stabbed me three times before the police arrived. After the emergency surgery, my recovery was a nightmare. Seeing Ivy triggered violent panic attacks, my chest seizing so hard that my half-healed stitches tore open again and again. My husband, Connor, stayed by my bedside day and night, strictly banning Ivy from my sight. But two months later, when I was finally discharged and…