The Soldier He Broke A Betrayal Too Late to UndoChapter 1
When the James family collapsed, my uncle was diagnosed with ALS.
To save him, I walked away from the military. I took out predatory loans and shouldered the burden of his care alone.
For five years, I lived in hell.
Debt collectors beat me until my ribs cracked, but I swallowed the agony because I couldn't afford painkillers. I collapsed from exhaustion on the way to my part-time jobs, yet I denied myself a moment's rest.
Every cent I earned was blood money used to keep my uncle breathing.
Then came the night I was working as a waitress at the Grand Hotel.
I froze. There, in a private booth, sat the man who should have been withering in a wheelchair at home.
General Sebastian James sat tall in his crisp military uniform, epaulets gleaming under the chandelier, sharing a laugh with his old subordinates.
"General, you've been feigning ALS for five years," one of them said, voice low. "Savannah is being bled dry trying to treat you. Hasn't she been punished enough?"
Sebastian scoffed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.