The Marriage Contract from Hell: My Husband’s Mother Used Me as a Human Pawn, But She Never Expected Me to Fight Back
I didn’t marry Jonah for love, and I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. I was twenty-seven, drowning in past-due bills, and my seventeen-year-old brother, Owen, was wearing shoes with holes worn through the soles. When a high-powered lawyer approached me with a proposal to marry a man serving a twelve-year prison sentence, I saw it for exactly…
