Unlike Broken Arms, Broken Hearts Don‘t Mend
When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress.
She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson.
"You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband!
"I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!"
The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm.
In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face.
"If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me?
"Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"
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