Warning: This book explores dark themes, including abuse, self-harm, and non-consensual acts. It is not for sensitive readers. This is not a love story. It is a story about life, betrayal, and how nothing is as it seems.
I thought I was living love story.
When I returned home to start my own hospital, I met Cletus—the man who seemed like everything I had ever prayed for. He was kind, charming, and made me believe in love in a way I never had before. My parents warned me. They told me he wasn’t who he claimed to be, that he wasn’t rich like he had said. But I didn’t care. I loved him, and I thought love was enough.
I was wrong.
The man I married became a stranger, then a monster. He lied. He cheated. He hurt me in ways I never thought possible. But I stayed—for our daughter, for the love I once believed in, for the hope that maybe one day he would change. I learned to live in the quiet misery of my choices, convincing myself that endurance was the same as strength.
And then Sam came. The president’s son. He saw me—the real me—the one I had forgotten existed. He showed me that I could heal, that I could dream again, that love wasn’t supposed to be a prison. But Cletus refuses to let me go. He would rather see the world burn than watch me walk away.
Now, I have to make a choice. Do I keep sacrificing myself for the man who is destroying me? Or do I finally gather the courage to fight for the life I deserve?
This was supposed to be a love story. Maybe it still is. But love should never feel like a cage.
