Ninety Days To Ruin Them All
Language: en
Twenty years ago, on my wedding day, I discovered my fiancé was having an affair with my maid of honor. I canceled the wedding on the spot. In an act of monstrous collusion, our families—our own flesh and blood—had me committed to a psychiatric facility. "She’s raving mad!" they declared. "She’s slandering her fiancé and her own sister!" In that place, I was subjected to electroshocks, force-fed medication, and often strapped down and beaten. I endured that life for two decades. Twenty years later, I finally walked free. But my hair was completely white. My teeth were mostly…