Obsessed: A Second Chance Thriller

er gave us a few mo

ocial radar. No calls, no te

ted quietly telling close friends and family about our marriage,

rted. Not to me, bu

ttany had called multiple times, sometimes crying, sometimes d

arol to hang up if

lking e

near his favorite coff

firm at the end of the day. She

order clearly wasn't enough of a d

ng my law firm, my phone ra

, but a prickle of une

any. Her voice was eer

my hand tightening on my phone. "You kn

om of your paranoia, Ashley. But that's not why I'm calling. I'm calling b

o again,

me," she stated, her voi

elieved her, but because of the au

Brittany, and

And there's more. I'm p

ewalk. Pregnant? This was

nsane," I

a baby bump to prove it, Ashley. David's baby. He fo

This was impossible. This was Brit

hear this, Brittany. Especially since t

aking my statement. They understand. A vulnerable, pregnant wo

hung

He was horrified, disgusted,

d, his voice tight with an

alibis for the times Brittany vaguely claimed the "assaults" ha

credible evid

the detectives, became evasive and c

d her account full of holes and her demeanor erratic. They

ia, hinting at a "powerful man" who had wronged her, a "secret baby" she was protectin

humiliating nightmare, spun fr

This wasn't just about jealousy anymore. T