Her Heart, His Cruel Game

Sterling, the family' s handsome son, saved me from a dark clinic, spendin

pocket and, in front of all our guests, cut open our baby's chest. He th

n "blamed me for being wicked." I lay in a pool of my own blood and despair, forced to watch him wa

Sarah. I was subjected to constant humiliation, forced to view videos of my son's murder, my C-section wound t

wed me whole. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, commit such an unspeaka

e bracelet David had given me. A desperate signal shot out into th