Love Had Come Too Late and It Dissolved Like Smoke

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband forced me to take care of his childhood sweetheart, who had just a miscarriage. She then spilled chicken soup on her thigh and accused me of deliberately scalding her.

Enraged, my husband had me tied up and thrown into an oversized steamer in the employee cafeteria. He determined to make me experience the pain of being burned.

"You dared to harm my child and mistreat my precious Sofia? If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll never learn!" he scolded.