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Unmasked: The Grieving Husband

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 463    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

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Unmasked: The Grieving Husband
Unmasked: The Grieving Husband
“For four years, I' ve played the part of Alex Miller, the broken, grieving husband of powerful CEO Cassandra Davenport. She believed she "saved" me after my sister Sarah's tragic DUI. But the truth was a horror: Sarah wasn't just in an accident; Cassie, her brother Dylan, and even my ex-fiancée executed a calculated plan to harvest her organs for Dylan. Cassie then married me, thinking my grief would ensure my silence and control. Every feigned hug, every comforting word, every moment of pretend devotion was a step in my meticulous hunt. I used my honed cybersecurity skills, patiently navigating their labyrinthine lies, gathering the cold, hard evidence of their depravity. They thought I was docile, a puppet on their strings, completely unaware of the raging storm building beneath my placid facade. The injustice of Sarah's stolen life, and their smug impunity, fueled every waking moment. Tonight, with the irrefutable evidence of their conspiracy and their global organ trafficking rings finally secure, my pretense shatters. This isn' t a story of healing; it' s a meticulously planned detonation. The Davenport Foundation' s lavish awards gala, their shining hour, is about to become the stage for their very public downfall.”
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