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Unforgivable Truths

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 412    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

Harpeth Hills Memory Gardens, a natural cemetery nestled in the ro

no concrete vault. Just a simple shroud, returning my body to the earth. I picked a plot on

grave was immaculate, cared for by a service Eleanor paid

It's getting harder. But I'

eptance. The fight was leaving my body

fistfight at a bar last night. Some guy had made a crude comment about Sabrina, and Etha

he doorbell rang. It was Eleanor, Etha

say a word, s

ed my head to the sid

with hate. "You drive him to this. Your weakness, your

l of himself over that little tramp because you won't j

ting to swell. I was so tired. Tired of t

, my voice flat. "I'll

prise, then narrowed in

ign whatever he wants.

hing for a trick. Finding none, she gave

er victory complete. I closed the door and leaned

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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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