Beyond the Altar

Ive Gutterson

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My father, Pastor Miller, knew everyone in Oakhaven. After his funeral, as people left, I sat in the front pew, my fiancé David's hand on my arm. My mother, beside me, was a broken bird. We were a grieving family, facing loss, but united. Then, just as I thought the church was empty, the side door creaked open. Three men. My father's ashes, held sacred moments before, were cruelly threatened. They dragged me to the office. For eight hours, they hurt me. They filmed everything. By noon, the video was everywhere. My phone blew up with cruelty, not comfort. David called, his voice flat. "The wedding... it's off." My job was gone. My mother saw it. Two days later, she died, her eyes full of a pain I couldn't fix. I was alone. Utterly ruined. My supposed savior, Michael Vance, David's older brother, offered me an escape: marriage. I was desperate, saying yes. Six months later, I overheard his drunken confession: Michael orchestrated my hell. All of it. The assault, the video, even my father's ruin. All for another woman, Jessica Thorne. How could the man who offered me safety be the architect of my destruction? After being publicly shamed again and institutionalized, a chilling thought solidified: I was no longer a victim. A cold, hard whisper formed in my mind: *Revenge.* With my sharp lawyer aunt by my side, I knew what had to be done. They would pay.

Crime Betrayal Revenge Scheming Drama Female-centered

Chapter 8

01-06 19:45

Introduction

Then, just as I thought the church was empty, the side door creaked open. Three men. My father's ashes, held sacred moments before, were cruelly threatened. They dragged me to the office. For eight hours, they hurt me. They filmed everything.

By noon, the video was everywhere. My phone blew up with cruelty, not comfort. David called, his voice flat. "The wedding... it's off." My job was gone. My mother saw it. Two days later, she died, her eyes full of a pain I couldn't fix. I was alone. Utterly ruined.

My supposed savior, Michael Vance, David's older brother, offered me an escape: marriage. I was desperate, saying yes. Six months later, I overheard his drunken confession: Michael orchestrated my hell. All of it. The assault, the video, even my father's ruin. All for another woman, Jessica Thorne. How could the man who offered me safety be the architect of my destruction?

After being publicly shamed again and institutionalized, a chilling thought solidified: I was no longer a victim. A cold, hard whisper formed in my mind: *Revenge.* With my sharp lawyer aunt by my side, I knew what had to be done. They would pay.