I didn’t believe I had a problem, until the day I went too far and was given an ultimatum.
Thirty days of therapy with the country’s premier doctor or be stripped of everything I had. The choice was obvious. I walked in defiant, but willing to do whatever I had to so I could go home.
I’ve seen her type a thousand times. Spoiled, privileged, out of control.
She thinks getting through my program will be easy, but she’s so wrong. I intend to break her down, strip her bare, and force her to see the truth. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll never be the same. Sometimes you have to break before you can heal.