I Was the Grass Beneath Your Feet
Eight years ago, my cousin Wendy Cooper was involved in a drunk driving hit-and-run. Yet, my parents made sure all the evidence pointed toward me.
The victim's family waited outside my school every day with gasoline, threatening to die with me. Because of that, the school took away my guaranteed admission to university.
That day, my parents and brother all tried to persuade me.
"Wendy's terrified. Just give her your spot to make her feel better."
I refused, fought back, and even tried to talk them out of it. But the next day, they handed me over to the police themselves.
Lance Stewart, my fiance and a powerful business tycoon, had orchestrated it all.
As he was afraid I'd run or cause trouble, he personally pinned several charges on me and sent me to an isolated island prison. He left me with no way out.
When my sentence began, he made me a promise.
"Esme, just endure it for a few years. I'll get you out once Wendy graduates, and then we'll get married."