Her Vengeance is a Silent Waltz

My sister was dying, and my husband, Alex, refused to let me see her.

"Diamond's comfort is my priority," he said over the phone, his voice cold. "She's not comfortable with you there."

Diamond. The woman who supposedly took a bullet for him. A debt he was repaying with my life.

His repayment plan had already cost me my future. He stood by impassively as I was forced to sign sterilization papers, ensuring Diamond, who claimed the bullet had left her barren, would never have to see him have a child with another woman.