I agreed to marry a man without arms to pay my mother’s hospital bills—but one night I woke up to a terrifying truth that made me question everything I thought I knew about him.

PART 1 

I sold myself for 600,000 pesos. That is the raw, ugly truth. I surrendered my life and my freedom to a man without hands in order to save my mother, but I never imagined that the real monster in that house—the one who would enter my room on our wedding night—had his hands intact.

There are days when poverty does not arrive as hunger, but as continue reading …