My life was a carefully constructed story, and I was its star.
Elara Caldwell, the graceful "American Princess" adored by the public.
An investigative journalist, married to rising Congressman Julian, our life was a perfect Georgetown fairytale.
Seven months pregnant, I believed I had it all.
Then, one quiet night, a live stream from Julian's "charity poker game" changed everything.
He wasn't betting money with senators and lobbyists.
He was betting "the exclusive rights to a dossier. Kompromat. On my wife."
My name, my life, was being auctioned off.
He planned to leak fabricated dirt, declare me mentally unstable, seize my assets, and gain full custody of our unborn son.
His chilling motive: "This is for Scarlett. It's time to collect the debt."
Julian returned home, his face a perfect mask of affection, while taunting texts and media alerts painted me as unraveling.