Seven Years A Prisoner Wife

For seven years, my life was a cold, silent prison.

My husband, David Chen, the tech world' s golden boy, saw me only as his sister Emily' s murderer.

What happened to Emily that day at the lake was an accident, a tragedy.

But to David and my adoptive mother, Olivia, it was my fault, a debt I had to pay every single day.

My punishment?

The hard, cold floor of a barren guest room was my bed.

His cruel words, "A murderer doesn't deserve comfort. This is where you belong," echoed in my ears every night.

Every month, I would present him with divorce papers, a desperate plea for freedom.