“We won a luxury vacation,” my husband smiled, but he and his family turned it into a nightmare, forcing me to serve them like a maid. When my father-in-law laughed and threw my crying son into the deep end of the pool, something inside me snapped. I wiped my tears, made one phone call, and watched their arrogant smiles fade. As the resort CEO walked up and whispered three terrifying words to my husband, the color drained from their faces…
even drop her phone; she casually panned the camera away. Constance audibly sighed, muttering that tough love was ugly but necessary.
Adrenaline, pure and blinding, obliterated Trevor’s grip. I tore my arm away, leaving a layer of skin behind, and hurled myself into the water. I didn’t strip my clothes; I didn’t remove my heavy sandals.