“I loved Chadwick Justice, the powerful NHL superstar and heir to a sports empire, for fifteen years. But everything shattered the day he accused me of pushing his pregnant mistress down an escalator. "Do you really think I'd believe a murderer's excuses? Anabel was carrying my child!" He refused to listen to the truth. He forced me to sign divorce papers, kicked my knees out to make me bow before her memorial, and threw me into a federal prison. To please him, the inmates cornered me in the laundry room and smashed my right hand inch by inch with iron pipes, leaving me permanently crippled. I survived five years of pure hell and an unmedicated C-section in an underground clinic just to safely give birth to my son. I swore the arrogant man who destroyed my life would never learn of my child's existence. But five years later, his teammates spotted my son's identical gray-blue eyes at a local ice rink. Chadwick used his family's political pull to kidnap my five-year-old boy straight from his kindergarten. Looking at my twisted, half-missing pinky finger, the last shred of my mercy for this man completely vanished. I parked my battered car across the main entrance of his corporate headquarters and calmly walked into the lobby. If he wanted a war, I would tear his empire down to the ground.”