His Unwanted Wife, Her Unspoken Sacrifice

His Unwanted Wife, Her Unspoken Sacrifice

Call Me Cutie

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The morning after my wedding, I found myself in a cold interrogation room. My beautiful white dress was gone, replaced by a gray jumpsuit that felt rough and alien. My new husband, Ethan, looked at me like I was a monster, shattering the dream we'd built. They accused me of murdering his entire family at our wedding brunch, a twisted nightmare beyond comprehension. I knew the truth, but I couldn't speak, bound by a terrible secret that protected him. But then, Ethan strapped me to a terrifying memory-reading machine, broadcasting my deepest secrets to the world. He believed it would expose my guilt, confirming the monstrous betrayal he saw in me. He didn't know it would rip open a decade of manipulation and unveil the real killer, destroying the very foundations of his life. He demanded the truth, but what if the truth was far more horrific than any lie?

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The morning after my wedding, I found myself in a cold interrogation room.

My beautiful white dress was gone, replaced by a gray jumpsuit that felt rough and alien.

My new husband, Ethan, looked at me like I was a monster, shattering the dream we'd built.

They accused me of murdering his entire family at our wedding brunch, a twisted nightmare beyond comprehension.

I knew the truth, but I couldn't speak, bound by a terrible secret that protected him.

But then, Ethan strapped me to a terrifying memory-reading machine, broadcasting my deepest secrets to the world.

He believed it would expose my guilt, confirming the monstrous betrayal he saw in me.

He didn't know it would rip open a decade of manipulation and unveil the real killer, destroying the very foundations of his life.

He demanded the truth, but what if the truth was far more horrific than any lie?

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