The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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PROLOGUE

Jihan's POV.

Lately, I always feel that there is something different about my husband. He often works out of town, usually only once a month and even then only for a few days. But now? Since four months ago, my husband has been on duty frequently, twice a month and for a relatively long time.

I try not to think bad thoughts. Maybe there are a lot of workers, to the point that my husband has to go back and forth out of town. The more I want to think positively, the more suspicious I feel. There's just something that makes me think negatively. For example, now it's been five days of work out of town. However, during that time they never contacted me once unless I initiate it.

What if something like that happened to you? Will you think negatively like me? Or is it the opposite? Or maybe I'm just overreacting? Who knows! What is clear is more and more.

One day, my friend and coworker sent a message. He said he saw my husband in a restaurant with a woman. Do I believe it? No, I don't believe it at all. Because obviously a few minutes ago my husband called and said he was on his way home.

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