My mind couldn’t process what I was hearing. My brain refused to accept it.
He pulled her toward the bed.
I tried to stand.
He shot me a cold look and said:
“If you walk out that door, tomorrow everyone will know who you really are.”
I didn’t understand what he meant by that threat.
But fear pinned me in place.
I watched them.
I saw everything.
Every second was torture.
Every time he touched her, something inside me shattered.
I cried silently.
My fists clenched until they hurt.
My lips bitten until I tasted blood.
An hour later, she left.
He took a shower.
He got into bed.
I stayed there, motionless.
My dress wrinkled, my soul in pieces.
Then my phone vibrated.
It was a message from an unknown number.
I opened it.
And the photo I saw made EVERYTHING make sense.
Documents. Screenshots. Records.
The real reason he married me.
Why she was there.
The meaning of his threat.
Proof that he hadn’t married me for love.
Proof that he hadn’t even married me for convenience.
He had married me for revenge—cold, calculated revenge for something I never meant to do.
For a tragedy I had tried to prevent.
The truth was a thousand times darker than anything I could have imagined.
My hands shook as I scrolled.
The photo showed me—but not the woman I was now.
It was me from 10 years ago, standing in a hospital hallway… next to an old man.
I remembered that night clearly.
My testimony 10 years ago— I tried to save that elder man when drunk driver had crashed straight into him. I was the only witness. I told the truth. My testimony had sent the driver to prison.
It turned out that that driver was the brother of the man that I had already married. That incident destroyed his brother’s life, and in his twisted mind, that meant I deserved to be destroyed too.
My vision blurred.
I could barely breathe. Continue reading…
