Ninety Days To Ruin Them All

Summary

Twenty years ago, on my wedding day, I discovered my fiancé was having an affair with my maid of honor.

I canceled the wedding on the spot.

In an act of monstrous collusion, our families—our own flesh and blood—had me committed to a psychiatric facility.

"She’s raving mad!" they declared. "She’s slandering her fiancé and her own sister!"

In that place, I was subjected to electroshocks, force-fed medication, and often strapped down and beaten.

I endured that life for two decades.

Twenty years later, I finally walked free.

But my hair was completely white. My teeth were mostly gone.