When the massive chandelier fell, my husband ignored our daughter’s screams to protect his ex’s child. I shielded her with my own back. After the dust cleared, my daughter wiped my tears and whispered, “Mommy, let’s leave daddy behind.” When my husband finally turned to look at us…

agony radiated from my collarbone.

A millisecond later, countless crystal shards exploded outward like a dense, malevolent rainstorm. The razor-sharp fragments sliced effortlessly through the delicate silk of my evening gown, burying themselves deep into my skin. It was an excruciating, white-hot pain, the kind of agony that threatens to sever the soul continue reading …