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When Love Became A Weapon

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 549    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

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"Your... your fiancé?" Her eyes, wi

ped, his voice dry and hollow. He didn't deny it, but he definitely didn't

ips. "Complicated?" I echoed, the s

n, I think your trauma, combined with an obvious emotional dependency, is clouding your judgment. Dr. Nichols has been tirelessly wo

rd was a hammer blow. "Is it theatrics when a psychiatrist, a man sworn to help, uses his patient's deepest fears, her most confidential confessions, to craft a sensatio

arved them wider, and then let you pour salt into them for public consumption! He leaked my medical privacy! He manipulated my story! He bet

cared, Erik? Are you finally scared?" My voice was a ragged whisper, yet it cut through th

n't meet my gaze. He looked down at his shoes, his shoulders slumped. The audience

. I thought it would help you. Exposure th

caped me, sounding more like a sob. "By painting me as a liar? By making my kidnappers out

at me. "Look at me, Erik! Look me in the eye and tell me, truly, was this for my

t it? Your college sweetheart. The one you never truly got over. You sacrificed me,

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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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