The Woman Who Could Tell the Tale

And under the blanket, while he pretended to comfort me, his fingers reached out to brush against hers.

That was the moment I understood the worst part wasn’t losing my womb—it was realizing that my executioner slept beside me every single night.

And I still couldn’t imagine what he was about to do to me next.

Chapter 2: The Hidden Camera

That afternoon I pretended to sleep, because I needed to know exactly how far their betrayal would go.

Jared stayed at my bedside, patiently stroking my hair, while Courtney sat across from us with her legs crossed and a discreet smile.

To anyone walking past, she looked like a polite visitor and a grateful employee.