After I got out of prison, my heart was like ashes, and I jumped off on my brother's wedding day

My husband, Dean, believed his "angel's" lies, kicked me while I was pregnant, and called me a whore. My own brother, Liam, was set to marry the woman who murdered our mother, treating me with cold disdain and saying I should die. The two men I loved most sent me to a hellish prison. After being tortured there, my heart turned to ash. Now, they're on their knees, begging for my forgiveness.

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"Prisoner 76, you better learn to play by the rules when you get out. No more of your crap, or I'll make sure you regret it.”

The warden’s words were punctuated by a cruel pinch on my cheek, her eyes full of malice. Not satisfied, she dug her nails into my side, making me flinch. It felt like she wanted to tear off a piece of my flesh.

I didn’t dare fight back. I just nodded frantically, hunching over like a terrified bird.

Seeing how broken and spineless I was, the warden finally revealed a smug grin. "Well, little bitch, seems like you've been properly trained. Guess you were always a lowlife at heart, huh?"

My eyes were vacant, like a broken doll. I didn’t react to her insults.

The warden clucked her tongue, then finally led me to the prison gates. Waiting for me were two people: Dean, my husband before I went in, and also one of the people who helped put me there; and my own brother, Liam.

That day, I bled so much. My pure white dress was soaked crimson.

He just laughed. "You caused Shayla to lose her baby. A viper like you doesn't deserve to have kids!”

“Doesn’t deserve”. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. That day, I nearly broke.

Seeing me hesitate, Dean frowned impatiently. "Guess you had a good time in the pen. Still haven't lost those bad habits, huh?"

Had a “good time”?

The cuts from the razors, the wounds soaked in salt and pepper spray, the fingernails ripped off, the electric shocks, the lashings that left me a bloody mess...

Bear traps, beds of nails, bone saws...

Just thinking about it made my body shake uncontrollably.

He noticed me trembling. "Not even home yet, and you're already putting on a show? Always the drama queen."

His tone was sharp, commanding. "Get over here! Stop embarrassing me!”

I used to fight back when Dean called me a tramp. But now, I was numb.

Prison was a place where my body and spirit were broken. The warden whipped me until I could barely walk, until my flesh was torn to shreds. She wouldn't stop there. She'd pour chili oil and salt on my open wounds.

Hearing my screams of pain, she'd laugh, "You think that hurts? That's your punishment, bitch! You think you're good enough for Mr. Dean or Mr. Liam? You’re not worthy! Mr. Dean belongs with Shayla and Mr. Liam belongs with Autumn. You are a stain on their lives!"

At first, I fought back, “I’m not a slut! Dean is my husband and Liam is my brother! Why can’t I be around?”

I’d sneer through my torn lips, “Who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do? You’re just Shayla and Autumn’s lapdog!”

From then on, I became the wa...