The End of Your Family
The night my in-laws were rushed to the hospital after a car accident, I hurried over to handle the situation.
At the payment counter, I swiped my card—only to find that the joint account I shared with my husband had a mere two dollars left.
I called my husband, Zarrick Thompson, over and over again.
But he never picked up.
It wasn't until later that I learned the truth—he had taken our money to celebrate his first love's birthday.
Desperate, I borrowed seventy thousand from a friend to save my in-laws. But after they recovered, they flat-out denied everything.
My husband, meanwhile, made no attempt to hide his relationship with her. He wanted me gone.
To force me into a divorce, he went as far as setting me up—staging an affair, taking photos of me being humiliated. Then he used them to threaten me.
Either I walked away with nothing, shouldering all our debts, or he would ruin me completely.
I worked endlessly, day and night, to pay it all off. Until, one winter, I collapsed in a frozen alley and never got up again.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the accident.