After Prison I’m Done Playing Second
My husband, Don Reginald, and my parents threw me in prison on the very night I gave him his heir.
All because my sister, Felicia, set me up.
She claimed I gave her a wild horse at the family races—a horse she knew she couldn't handle. It went crazy. It trampled a senator to death.
With the FBI breathing down our necks, the whole family made me take the fall. Three years.
Reginald didn't care that I'd just had our son. He pushed me. Over and over.
"It was your horse. If you hadn't given it to her, the Feds wouldn't be after Felicia. Just do the time. When you get out, you'll still be my Donna."
Three years later, I came back. Nothing had changed. They still chose her.
Even the son I bled for now calls Felicia "Mama." He looks right through me, his own mother.
I didn't fight. Not like the old me. I just walked away.
But when I finally vanished for good, Reginald lost his mind. He tore the world apart, begging me to come back. To be his Donna again.