Surviving The Fall: My Husband's Deadly Betrayal

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ny, sharp piece of glass. The relaxed

his voice strained. "Why wo

the closet to find clothes, h

essing my advantage, walking up behind hi

in the closet mirror.

his face as he changed the subject. "Forget

played along, putting on a cu

e have a whole long weekend to ourselves." He took my

and clammy. Mine

e cabin on a lake in Wisconsin. The scenery is amazing, the air is fresh. W

s in motion. This was the stage

he would know I suspected somethin

ng with tears of manufactured emotion. "Rea

ad across his face. "Of course. You'r

ocr

est voice, burying my face in his ches

too, Evie,"

on of ever setting

was suicide. My play was simple: play the compliant wife until

ean played the devoted husband,

ernoon. Sean's practice was scheduled to run until 5:00 PM. That gave me

sent a timed email to my best friend and f

dence-the red hair, the condom wrapper, the

noon. Sean is having an affair and trying to harm our baby. If I don't check

uto-stream and record ambient audio directly to that cloud

omach. Hold on, little one. In

y arr

left for practice. "See you at five, hon

rive safe,

my adrenaline surged. I packed a single carr

and coat, my suitcase waiting by the front door.

minutes away

sound of a key slid i

turned to

wearing sunglasses, a duffel bag slung ov

atory smile. "Coach let us out early. I figured, wh

so violently I couldn't breathe.

, desperately scanning the room. My

to me. His smile widened, but his eyes were completely d

e in one massive hand while wrapping his other arm ti

ing a cold kiss to my temple. "The c

inst a 200-pound athlete would only tri

d, forcing my trem

scalade, my thumb secretly found the power butto

highway toward Wisconsin, the sun pa

y album from our first date, ca

ing a kid, don't you think?" he ask

," I lied, the word

g past. My scheduled 3:00 PM flight to New York was takin

was a prisoner being escorted