My Sister’s Death Made Me the Woman He Hated Most

After my sister was violated and jumped from the building, I not only covered for the culprit but also climbed into her boyfriend’s bed.

My mother stood on the rooftop, threatening to end her life if I didn’t expose the murderer.

I let out a cold laugh. “If you want to die, then jump. At least you’ll be with my sister.”

Thirty years later, after a car accident left me paralyzed, my husband Owen Simmons ordered his men to drag me out of the house and tie me to the gallows meant for criminals.