The Party Barn Massacre

rning, and my husband Ethan, the real estate mogul

his hand tenderly resting on my pregnant belly,

, the world

barn, and then I saw them: Tiffany Monroe, a socialite I

ely as men brutally beat my

imp, moments before Tiff, with Ethan's col

et off, he dismissed me as "trash," declaring his wife "safe"

C-section in front of me, taking my

d he not

ther of my children, casually order my baby carve

his utter blindness, was

tched Ethan's horror when he finally saw the truth, con

me, not one of grief, but of

k ever

, his freedom, and his sani