PART 1
“If you ever put your hands on Selina again, I swear to God I will kill you.”
Those were the last words I heard from my husband before I felt the sharp blade enter my abdomen.
We had been married for three years.
My name is Mabel Vance. I was twenty-eight years old, and up until that afternoon, I still foolishly believed my marriage to Flynn could be saved.
We weren’t a picture-perfect couple, but we didn’t live in constant turmoil either. He was the CEO of Vance Global, one of the most powerful corporate groups in Chicago; I had stepped down from my career in private equity after our wedding.
