When Love Became A Weapon

in my fiancé' s, waiting for the premiere of

t telling the story of how I survived a brutal kidn

vided my private therapy tapes was

o "saved" me; he was the mole who handed my dark

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n me, jeering at the

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pest pain into a lie, I knew my life was ove

odcast, "The Girl Who Cried Wolf," was about to launch its finale. This was her moment. She had clawed her way back f

magined it wo

ancé, sat beside me, his hand warm over mine. He was Dr. Erik Nichols, the renowned trauma psychiatrist who

but something was wrong. The details were skewed. My fear was downplayed. My captors, th

scene. "Was Hannah Eaton a victim, or a masterful manipulator

crash, knowing it was your car, but being powerless to stop

, were presented as unwitting participants in a scheme I orchestrated. It was a grotesque distortion. The audio clips they interwove... I recognized my own voice, but it was manipulated. Edited. My raw, vulnerable

ut his gaze was fixed on the screen, a strange fl

pping, doctored to make me look sly, not scared. "What if the real story was far more complex? What

e disgusted. My heart hammered against my ribs

rstood case." Erik, my fiancé, the man who promised to protect me, walked onto that stage, bathed in the applause of people who believed I was a liar. He smiled, a confide

n on me, suffocating me. People were cheering for the d

ned, concern etched on his face. He

udden movement, stammered, "Do we

ixed with a desperate plea. He knew. He had to know. My hand

ugh it felt like shattered glass. I looked direc

s, challenging him. He be

t I assure you, our investigation was thorough." She glanced at Erik, then back at me, a fli

the truth?" I paused, letting my full name hang in the air, a name that once brought sympat

derstand this might be difficult for you. But we stand by our findings. Dr. Nichols, here, provided invaluable insight and materials that allowed us to finally uncove

e forced a stiff nod, a silent agreement to Blaire' s words, a public betrayal. Then,

is truth?" My voice, though quiet, cut through the sud