My Ex Broke My Leg, Three Years Later I Returned

The year I first despised my husband, Dylan Hartman, he ruined my leg for the sake of his precious assistant, Amara Ridley.

In return, I ensured that I got the most realistic prosthetic leg custom-made.

One quiet night, I snuck into her apartment, slipped the leg into her bathtub, and waited.

When Amara screamed, it sounded like music to my ears. The sound cut through the silence, sharp and filled with horror.

I stayed hidden, watching through the crack in the door, enjoying every second of her shock.

Everyone told me Dylan would make my life a living hell.