My Fiancé Called Me Damaged Goods, Then Sold Me Online

All it took was my fiancé's foster sister claiming that I had given her a cheap ointment, which supposedly caused her to contract a filthy disease.

Enraged, my fiancé, Michael Floyd, snapped.

Right in front of everyone, he broke the hand I used to write prescriptions. And if that wasn't bad enough, he put the private photos we took together when we were still a couple on a resale app.

"Damaged Goods," he titled it. "Free to take."

His friends tried to intervene.

"She's about to marry you. Are you really going to destroy her like this?"

But Michael's voice remained calm, almost eerily so.