In his bedroom, there was a beautiful bouquet of roses on the desk, with a small balloon attached that read “I love you.” There was also a little note: “Dear Rachel, happy 4 week anniversary, I love you, Rich.” I’d cried a lot since the wedding, but the tears that fell now felt different. Compelled into an arranged polygamous marriage, locked away in houses of hiding as punishment. I put down my rake and went into the house. In Breaking Free, Rachel Jeffs offers a stunning look at life inside this notorious cult from the unique perspective of being both the favorite of Warren Jeffs’s more than fifty children and the object of his most depraved revelations. “They should be in the closet in my room.” Breaking Free How I Escaped Polygamy, the FLDS Cult, and My Father, Warren Jeffs Publishers Synopsis Book information Sign up to receive wonderful books and. “Rachel, would you please go get my pruning shears?” Rich said. One afternoon, I was helping him with some yard work. I didn’t love my husband, Rich, yet, but I had started to like him. I didn’t have a room of my own.įour weeks into my marriage, I was still getting acclimated. On nights when one of the other ladies shared our husband’s bed, I slept on the couch in the living room. They didn’t know that I was just sleeping in it, and not very well at that. They hadn’t asked for another woman to join their ranks, and I was starting to get the message that they weren’t exactly pleased I had been added to the family, or that I was sharing our husband’s bed. This was a new experience for me, being a plural wife, but it was also new for my sister wives to have me there.

My skin felt prickly, like I was being poked all over by a thousand invisible needles. One week into my marriage, I was a wreck.

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