Kidnapped By My Runaway Husband
Language: en
The night of our wedding, my husband—all sinew and raw, hardworking muscle—left for the City to find work, and I didn't hear a peep from him again. I was left in that tiny, forgotten town, running on fumes, rising before the sun and crashing after the owls. In one short year, the drudgery had hollowed me out, turning me from a woman of substance, a curvy girl with a lucky star, into a gaunt, exhausted shadow. Just when I felt I couldn’t lift another bucket, my birth parents tracked me down. They said I was the daughter who had been swapped at birth and they wanted to bring me to the City…