“After four years locked in a high-security mental ward, Adaline's billionaire husband finally came to see her. But Carter didn't come to save her. He threw the divorce papers at her face, demanding she make way for his engagement to her adopted sister, Elois. Adaline couldn't even speak to defend herself. Her tongue had been mangled, her nails pulled out, and her leg shattered by the asylum orderlies-all paid for by Elois's trust fund. When Adaline desperately handed Carter her terminal lung cancer diagnosis, begging for just enough money to buy painkillers, he tore it to pieces without a second glance. "Do not use the city's medical resources as props for your pathetic attempts to avoid signing those papers," he sneered. He thought her coughing up dark blood was just a cheap trick. He threw a stack of cash at her face and told her to kiss his bodyguard's muddy boot if she wanted the money to survive. Her adoptive parents froze all her assets, calling her a violent psychopath, while Elois poured boiling tea on her broken leg and smiled. Elois had stolen her violin career, her compositions, and her husband, yet everyone treated the monster like a fragile angel. Why did the man who once loved her turn a blind eye to her deformed hands and bleeding throat? Why did her own family want her dead so badly? Lying in the dark, burning with a terminal fever, Adaline knew she only had two months left to live. Since she was going to die anyway, she would make sure to drag them all to hell with her.”