The first few weeks in the ward had been depressing. Martin had bribed everyone, even the doctors, spinning a lie where I was the unstable, violent ex-wife who needed to be locked away. My legal team abandoned me. The media swallowed his lies whole, painting me as some deranged woman who couldn’t handle a divorce. My name was dragged through the mud whenever I turned on the news.
Jasmine Carter: From Wealthy Socialite to Violent Lunatic.
Jasmine Carter: The Unhinged Ex Who Couldn’t Let Go.
It was a public execution, and I was powerless to stop it.
But after a while, I realized there was no point in crying over a battle I’d already lost. Martin might have won the first round, but this wasn’t over.
When I stepped out of the building, I thought maybe a friend or an acquaintance would be
