Betrayed By My Husband and Son, Desired Too Late

At a jewelry design competition, my work was switched to a stolen antique. I was arrested on the spot, dragged away like a criminal, and sentenced to five years in prison.

For one thousand eight hundred days and nights, I counted slivers of light slipping through iron bars. I endured torment that no human should ever have to face.

When I was finally released, Reid Ashford and our son came to pick me up.

He draped a coat gently over my shoulders, and my son, his eyes brimming with tears, rushed into my arms.