Chapter 7
Buried deep in their texts, I found something that made my blood run cold.
They were talking about a drug–colorless, tasteless, knocks you out in minutes.
He’d drug me at night, hand me off to some other man,
then sneak out to go be with her.
It gets worse.
He even watched.
Sometimes, he recorded it.
Videos. Photos. All of it.
I sat there, shaking so hard I could barely hold the phone.
The bile rose in my throat.
All this time I wondered why he tried to kill me.
Now I knew.
Because she was finally free.
And because he had a life insurance policy on me worth a million bucks.
That’s why he suddenly had money after I died.
Why he looked like a grieving widower in public, but partied behind closed doors.
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Just a week ago, he borrowed $3,000 from her.
And a few days later, she messaged him asking how things were going.
He texted back just three words:
“Don’t worry. Soon.”
Then followed it up with:
“Once she’s dead, I’ll get the payout and marry you.”
I felt ice pour through every inch of me.
It all made sense now.
His sudden “change of heart.”
The fake apologies.
The sweet act.
He was just waiting for another chance to kill me.
And God help me–if the hospital hadn’t had security cameras,
If I hadn’t woken up in time…
He might’ve pulled it off.
That fear turned into something else.
Rage.
I snapped a photo of his prosthetic legs.
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You Send Your Dauel
Chapter 7
Sent it straight to his mistress.
Included our home address.
Let’s see if she’s still so in love after finding out he’s disabled and broke.
Then I screenshotted everything–the texts, the photos, all of it.
Emailed it to my lawyer.
This time, it’s not just about a divorce.
He’s gonna pay for everything.
Every lie.
Every betrayal.
Every scar.
He’s going down.

 
	 
 
		 
		 
		 
		