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When Love Became A Weapon

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 538    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

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constructed triumph of her podcast launch had dissolved into a public spectacle, and h

tioned for the security guards. "Ta

y pulled away. The touch, the unexpected restraint, sent a jolt of terror

came the metallic tang of fear. I was back there, in the dark, hands on me, voices shouting. My body seized up, trembling u

hing forward, reaching fo

, with a primal rage. "Don't touch me! You're a monster! A sick, twisted monster!" My voice was thin, reedy, b

s part of a setup to discredit the podcast?" Another one chim

oked from the hostile reporters to my shaking form, t

hy Dr. Nichols believed you needed help. We will be pursuing legal action for defamation

e weight of their gaze was suffocating. I tried to speak, to defend

arm tightly, trying to pull me towards the backstage exit. "Hannah, let'

aire's triumphant, amplified voice, "Thank you all fo

g voice cut through the pandemonium, clear and aut

with purpose. His face was grim, his eyes intense. He wore a dark suit, his FBI badge clipped to his belt glinting under the stage lights. He moved with

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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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