He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

Cardenas warned me it would not be simple.

Christian had money, lawyers, and a machine built to make any woman who crossed him look exactly like the unstable person his file already described.

“We wait,” she said, “until we have documents his team cannot wave away.” And then, as if he had heard her, my phone rang from a number I didn’t know.

“I know you’re awake, Genevieve,” Christian said, smooth as ever.

“And I know you’re hiding.” I said nothing.