Broken Vows and Shattered Steps

A staged kidnapping cost me both my legs and my son.

Afraid that I’d break, my husband quit his job to stay by my side, treating me with doubled devotion.

Yet in the dead of night, he would stare blankly at our son’s picture.

I knew he blamed me for indirectly causing our boy's death.

Consumed by guilt and self-hatred, I swallowed my pain—even silently letting him bring his first love into our lives.

Until I accidentally overheard his best friend ask him:

"Back then, you paid those guys to kidnap Chloe just to break her legs and avenge Cynthia.