My sweet daughter Emily skipped into her bright art class, leaving me to a perfectly ordinary day. Fifteen minutes later, a scream ripped through the community center, and the art instructor pointed at me, shrieking, "Sarah Miller killed her!" Instantly arrested and dubbed "Monster Mom" by the media, I watched my husband Mark shockingly betray me, using my past postpartum depression against me, asking where I' d hidden Emily' s head. Under forced hypnosis, a therapist implanted gruesome "memories" of me committing the murder and where I supposedly hid Emily's severed head, which was then "found" exactly as I "recalled." Drowning in self-doubt and despair, I struggled, believing I had blacked out, wrestling with the monster everyone saw, and my own terrifying, fabricated recollections. But then, during a court transfer, I saw Mark' s colleague, Jessica Hayes, wearing a vibrantly patterned scarf-the very scarf worn by the killer in my horrifying, implanted "memory." In that shattering instant, a desperate cry tore from my throat as the chilling truth ignited: I hadn't murdered Emily; they had meticulously framed me and weaponized my own mind. Now, I would fight to expose the cruel conspiracy orchestrated by my husband, his mistress, and the therapist who twisted my reality.
My sweet daughter Emily skipped into her bright art class, leaving me to a perfectly ordinary day.
Fifteen minutes later, a scream ripped through the community center, and the art instructor pointed at me, shrieking, "Sarah Miller killed her!"
Instantly arrested and dubbed "Monster Mom" by the media, I watched my husband Mark shockingly betray me, using my past postpartum depression against me, asking where I' d hidden Emily' s head.
Under forced hypnosis, a therapist implanted gruesome "memories" of me committing the murder and where I supposedly hid Emily's severed head, which was then "found" exactly as I "recalled."
Drowning in self-doubt and despair, I struggled, believing I had blacked out, wrestling with the monster everyone saw, and my own terrifying, fabricated recollections.
But then, during a court transfer, I saw Mark' s colleague, Jessica Hayes, wearing a vibrantly patterned scarf-the very scarf worn by the killer in my horrifying, implanted "memory."
In that shattering instant, a desperate cry tore from my throat as the chilling truth ignited: I hadn't murdered Emily; they had meticulously framed me and weaponized my own mind.
Now, I would fight to expose the cruel conspiracy orchestrated by my husband, his mistress, and the therapist who twisted my reality.
Introduction
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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