My Boyfriend Sold My Pain for Her Blockbuster. Now I’ll Make Him Pay

My boyfriend's childhood friend, an acclaimed screenwriter, desperately needed a hit script to reclaim her former glory.

So my boyfriend, who was also my therapist, handed her the story of my family's murder.

He didn't tell me when the movie premiered.

But I went anyway.

On the big screen, my family of three, who were supposed to be the victims, were twisted into evil people who deserved their fate.

The ruthless criminal, however, was painted as a pathetic figure, driven to crime by desperation.