My marriage is healing, and my baby girl is growing like a weed. So why does it seem like all good things are coming to an end?

Prison changes a man--or maybe he was always this corrupt and I was just too blind to see the monster hidden beneath the chains.

He still wants me but he can’t have me.

It’s about time someone showed him you don’t always get what you want, and I’m going to be the one to do it.