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Unforgivable Truths

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 644    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

nds, but I barely felt it. The cold inside me was much w

s a v

mic night together. In the video, she was sitting on the stage, holding a vintage Gibson guitar-t

. The text underneath read: He said it always

gasping for air as the muscles in my back seized. The ALS loved stress. It fed on it.

ills, swallowing them with a glass of water. They barely touched the edges of the a

ght long ago. Ethan and I were teenagers, lying in the back of his pickup truck, staring at the star

ng was him, calling from that long-

eceiver, the words a ghost from a life that was n

yes. Ethan was standing over me, his face a mixture of anger and some

voice rough. "I called you ten time

ace offering. A memory of a time when he used to bring me food af

n softening for a fraction of a second. "I w

miliar. But then the light caught his collar. A smear of brigh

as all a lie. A wave of nausea washed over me. I scrambled out of bed and barely ma

ding in the doorway, his face tw

voice shaking with rage. "After everyt

n. He saw only my disgust, not the cause of it.

"Stay here and rot.

was left on the cold tile floor, alone with the smell of anot

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“The Country Music Awards after-party was buzzing, but the real show started when my husband, Ethan, walked in with Sabrina, the TikTok singer he' d been championing. His cruel smirk, the scandal washing over the room-it was the public humiliation he'd always wanted, and he was looking right at me. Then, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, a woman who despised me for surviving the crash that killed her daughter, Chloe, dropped a bomb. She announced my supposed "barrenness" to the entire Nashville elite, mocking me as "useless to this family," while Sabrina, Ethan's mistress, cooed about giving him the family I never could. My calm façade shattered when I coughed, a violent, hacking spasm, and the wet warmth in my palm revealed a terrifying truth: blood. Later, Ethan found me, wiping the blood from my hand with disgust. He accused me of faking illness, then leaned in, whispering, "You want to know the only way I'll ever forgive you for Chloe? You have to die." He thought I was finally broken, but my heart had already turned to dust. How could he believe such a monstrous lie? Why did everyone embrace the narrative that I, the sole survivor of a tragic accident, was a murderer, instead of the truth? My only escape was silence, the hidden battle against a disease stealing me away, and the desperate hope his hatred would finally set him free. I walked out into the Tennessee rain, leaving him to his party, knowing my final act would be to give him everything he wanted – my absence – in a way he' d never forget.”
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