My Husband Gave Me Up to Save His Patch - A Dark Motorcycle Club Marriage Betrayal Romance #986829

I kept this club’s books for eleven years. I never lied on a single page.
Then they read the evidence out loud in church, and it was written in my hand.
Twelve years of marriage taught me to read my husband’s face from across any room. The day they sentenced me, he wouldn’t give me his eyes. He looked at the ground while the whole club voted, and I understood before anyone said the words out loud — he already knew.
They didn’t just brand me a rat. They handed me to the one man in this club who has never once failed to finish what he was sent to do.
He drove me into the desert to end it.
He didn’t.
Now I have a folder of forged dates, a man who was supposed to kill me, and three weeks to prove the ledger my husband built his lie on was never mine — before the same evidence that buried me finishes burying everyone I used to call family.
Because the deeper I dig, the clearer it gets.
I wasn’t framed because he found out I knew something.
I was framed because I was about to find out what he was selling.