The Scorned Woman's Unstoppable Rise
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e with pure terror, and a high-pitched, guttural scream tore from her throat. It was the sound of an animal
I am!" she shrieked, her voice frantic, desperate. She was plea
from Chris to me, his eyes blazing with a hatred I had never witnessed before. How dare I bring
elding. I said nothing. My silence was
ounded utterly hollow. "Officer, there' s clearly been a misunderstanding here. This is a private family matter. A little argument between... sisters.
need for all this. I assure you, we can handle this internally. Just a bit of a spat. If you gentlemen would kind
e me some respect. Call them off. Let them go. We' ll talk about this at home, just us." He expected me to fa
he knew. The years of quiet loyalty, of misguided love, had been bu
ly towards the detective. My voice, when it came, was clear and st
t, the police statement I filed an hour ago, and the hotel surveillance footage will confirm that Ms. Finley physically assaulted and e
nd utter humiliation. His face crumpled. His eyes, fixed on mine, were suddenly devoid of the anger, replaced by a desperate, pl
alism. Two female officers approached Chris. She shrieked again, fighting, kickin
his! Hector!" she screamed, her voice hoa
and unyielding, dragged her out of the penthouse. Her desperate, hysterical screams echoed through the no
es who had flocked to his wealth and charisma, now looked at him with a mixture of pity, scorn, and awkward curiosity. They were not his real f
receding into the night, Hector' s head slowly turned towards me. His eyes, bloodshot and bulging, we
his face inches from mine. "Is this what you wanted?! To ruin my life?! You can' t stand to see me happy, can you?! You can' t stand to see m
d the police on my girlfriend! Your girlfriend! For me!
, stood motionless. They knew, even if Hector didn' t, the danger of
inflicting pain, now felt hollow, impotent. All these years, I had tried to protect him, to nurture him, to fil
The thought was a dull ache in my chest. He was incapable of unde
ath, his rant exhausted. He stood there, ches
sed m
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