The Bitch Who Stole My Life
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Five years ago, my family burned to death in an "accident."
My loving husband Clifford signed the papers himself—shipped me off to a mental institution without a second thought.
Inside, Becky carved up my face with shattered glass. The same orphan I'd put through school. Then she rebuilt herself to match my features and stole my life—my husband, my son, everything.
Now she marched into the clinic where I scrub floors, dragging my biological child behind her, demanding I apologize to him like some servant.
She has no idea what kind of monster she created.
My loving husband Clifford signed the papers himself—shipped me off to a mental institution without a second thought.
Inside, Becky carved up my face with shattered glass. The same orphan I'd put through school. Then she rebuilt herself to match my features and stole my life—my husband, my son, everything.
Now she marched into the clinic where I scrub floors, dragging my biological child behind her, demanding I apologize to him like some servant.
She has no idea what kind of monster she created.















































