When My Savior Became My Destroyer

When My Savior Became My Destroyer

Gavin

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My life belonged to Julian Vance. He saved me at sixteen, a lost girl from the system, giving me a Manhattan apartment, Juilliard lessons, and paying for my dying sister Mia's severe cystic fibrosis care. Mia was my world; Julian kept her alive, so I believed I loved him. Then Julian met Chloe Raine, an indie folk singer. He became obsessed, claiming it was a "game" to expose her "integrity." "You're my queen. Always," he' d insist, but his eyes glowed with dangerous fascination, and a cold knot formed in my stomach. He started neglecting me for Chloe. One bitter Hamptons night, he dragged me onto our balcony in a rage. When I refused to confess, he pulled out his phone, showing Mia's sterile room, her ventilator alarm blaring. He calmly threatened her life, unless I confessed what I' d said. My heart froze. Mia, my only family, was a mere tool to him, her life leverage. The man who swore to protect me was a monster. I was his possession, my emotions irrelevant, my existence dictated by his whims and new obsessions. I gave him the lie, but the humiliation was absolute. My unplanned pregnancy ended in miscarriage, which he blamed on my "disobedience." But the ultimate breaking point was Mia. He allowed his security to remove my dying sister's life support as I screamed. Mia died. My baby was gone. My love for Julian died with them. He was my destroyer. I had to escape.

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My life belonged to Julian Vance.

He saved me at sixteen, a lost girl from the system, giving me a Manhattan apartment, Juilliard lessons, and paying for my dying sister Mia's severe cystic fibrosis care.

Mia was my world; Julian kept her alive, so I believed I loved him.

Then Julian met Chloe Raine, an indie folk singer.

He became obsessed, claiming it was a "game" to expose her "integrity."

"You're my queen. Always," he' d insist, but his eyes glowed with dangerous fascination, and a cold knot formed in my stomach.

He started neglecting me for Chloe.

One bitter Hamptons night, he dragged me onto our balcony in a rage.

When I refused to confess, he pulled out his phone, showing Mia's sterile room, her ventilator alarm blaring.

He calmly threatened her life, unless I confessed what I' d said.

My heart froze.

Mia, my only family, was a mere tool to him, her life leverage.

The man who swore to protect me was a monster.

I was his possession, my emotions irrelevant, my existence dictated by his whims and new obsessions.

I gave him the lie, but the humiliation was absolute.

My unplanned pregnancy ended in miscarriage, which he blamed on my "disobedience."

But the ultimate breaking point was Mia.

He allowed his security to remove my dying sister's life support as I screamed.

Mia died. My baby was gone. My love for Julian died with them.

He was my destroyer. I had to escape.

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