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When Love Became A Weapon

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 617    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

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asps swept through the theater. The elegant facade of t

rned into shouts. "Is that really her?" "The kidnapping survivor?" "She's saying it's a lie?" The crowd

ing narratives, stammered, "Ma'am, please

u think this is appropriate? Exploiting my trauma, twisting

y close. Security guards in crisp black suits moved, trying to intercept me, but the surging mass of reporters and cur

at are you acc

claims of a

m your privat

safe with me, Hannah. I will always protect you. He had said that when I was still raw and broken, a fragile bird in his care. He was the o

or what he truly was. A polished facade, a betrayer. He stood froz

t it echoed in the sudden silence. "What did

no sound came out. His hands, which had once h

tell her I was manipulative? Did you tell her I orchestrated it all?" My voi

. Eaton, I understand you're upset. But we're simply presenting a new perspective. Dr. Nichols' i

hen, I turned to Blaire, my voice echoing through the stunned silence of the room. "And you wa

smirk vanished, replaced by open-mouthed shock. Her eyes dar

He looked away, his jaw tight, his be

e traumatized survivor, the renowned psychiatrist, and the ruthless podcaster-caught in a tableau of public humiliation

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“I sat in the front row of the theater, my hand in my fiancé' s, waiting for the premiere of the true-crime podcast he' d been consulting on. But when the host' s voice filled the room, it wasn' t telling the story of how I survived a brutal kidnapping-it was accusing me of faking it for attention. And the "anonymous source" who provided my private therapy tapes was the man sitting right next to me. Dr. Erik Nichols wasn't just the psychiatrist who "saved" me; he was the mole who handed my darkest traumas to his ex-girlfriend for a viral hit. On stage, they played my weeping confessions, edited to sound like manipulation. The audience turned on me, jeering at the "Girl Who Cried Wolf." Erik grabbed my arm, whispering that this public humiliation was just "exposure therapy" for my own good. I was drowning in panic until a booming voice cut through the crowd. "Let her go." FBI Agent Ewing Oconnor, the man who actually found me in that cabin years ago, stepped onto the stage with his badge raised. He didn't just rescue me from the mob; he handed me the weapon to fight back. Now, I' m not just the survivor. I' m the plaintiff, and I' m coming for everything they have.”
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