Eight Years Imprisoned, One Night of Revenge
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Today was my younger son, Luke's, eighteenth birthday.
My ex-husband, Major General Arthur Ashford, let himself into my house without knocking.
He headed straight for the liquor cabinet like he still owned the place. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and looked at me with open contempt.
"Allison, how have you enjoyed the last eight years? Stuck here in Briarwood because of a family court order.
"All because I broke a couple of glasses and put my hands on you a few times, you just had to file for divorce."
"And what did that get you? The judge stopped you from taking the kids out of the city and made sure I got regular visitation."
He swirled the whiskey in his glass, spilling a little ont