When I think back to the night my in-laws kicked me out with my newborn son, I can still feel the sting of h.u.m.i.l.i.a.t.i.o.n, the cold air biting my skin, and the sound of my baby’s soft cries muffled against my chest. At the time, I thought my life had fallen apart beyond repair. But I was wrong; it was just the beginning of something they would come to regret more than I could have ever imagined. My name is Hera. I married into the Patel family when I was twenty-five, fresh out of college, wide-eyed, and hopelessly in love with my husband, Kiran. He was charming, patient, and so unlike the rest of his family, or so I thought….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW