Reborn Factory Girl

The dust of the warehouse collapse was still thick in my throat when I opened my eyes to the pristine quiet of our nursery. On what should have been my son’s fifth birthday, I had died exhausted, penniless, and discarded by the man I loved. But as I looked down at the newborn Liam in my arms and heard the familiar, heavy tread of Chris’s footsteps, I realized the universe had granted me a sadistic mercy. Chris walked in, wearing the same mask of false sympathy he used the day he first lied about our finances to drain my soul. He thinks he’s greeting a vulnerable, postpartum wife he can manipulate into an early grave to fund a life with his mistress. He has no idea that I’ve already tasted the rubble, and this time, I’m not the one who’s going to break. The hunt has begun, and I’m going to enjoy every second of his slow, public descent into hell.