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The Monster By My Bedside

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 483    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

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ief. "Oh, Sarah, that's... th

bbing her eyes. "You

ed them out

papers withou

sing to take car

, I let out a breath I had

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nt a week later, th

itous, suffocating me

ght he

he left for a

clothes, my mother' s old locket – the only thing o

here was an

ceased mother. He' d given it to me when we first got engaged,

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to leave, the

ped into my

hrough the

d Yo

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did h

hen opened the

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s... out

me, at the packed

ere sharp,

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, a hint of genuine c

nstructed dam in

nce that first day in

ked out. "Mark. And Jessica

relief in Mark' s voice about o

face growing grimm

the disgust on hi

s voice tight with anger. "But this... this i

my bag. "Yo

ping my eyes

ent for a mom

finally. "But Mark will look for you. Jess

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The Monster By My Bedside
The Monster By My Bedside
“My life was a picture of perfection: happily married, a successful graphic designer, and four months pregnant, envisioning a bright future in my chic Chicago apartment. Then, the nightmare began, shattering everything. Masked men burst into my home, assaulting me, and the last thing I remembered before blacking out was my husband Mark's key in the lock. I woke up in a hospital bed, only to learn I'd lost our baby, and the attack had left me infertile. But the true horror came from behind a curtain: my 'grieving' husband Mark admitting his 'relief' to his best friend, David, revealing the assault was orchestrated by his mistress, Jessica, merely a 'warning' for me to miscarry. My own husband, complicit in the murder of our child and the destruction of my future, was relieved it happened. The betrayal was an icy blade, a thousand times worse than any physical pain, leaving me reeling in a cold, absolute rage. How could the man who held my hand moments earlier be such a monster? Lying there, playing the incapacitated victim, I knew I couldn't simply 'move on' with this charade. I had to vanish. With the help of David, I decided to stage my own death. I shed 'Sarah Miller,' leaving her tragic story behind, becoming 'Emily Hayes,' ready to forge a new life-and make them pay.”
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