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His Sacrifice, Her Redemption, Their End

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 850    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

t didn't crash

flurry of controlled chaos. It was three in the morning when the sound of

itted eyes, I saw Sarah burst into the room, already dre

crambling into the hallway. "Mark is not feeling well.

ergency. A world-renowned gastroenterologist was flown in by helicopter in the dead of night for an up

kept cleaning supplies, the smell of bleach a sharp contrast to the luxury outside. I

uded corner in the vast living room, a spot behind a large sculpture, and allowed myself a moment of weakness. I curled

cold water shocked

an empty glass. She had used the water from a vase o

?" she sneere

wet hair, and hauled me to

onfused, water dri

hat was your work, wasn't it? You tri

ightened, and she sho

wer

r admit it. What was the point? She believed what she wanted to believe. An

zing. "You think you can just try to mur

the hard, polished surface. She pulled me into the main bathroom, the one w

ld water on full blast. The force of the water was su

d of the rushing water. "You're jealous. You can't s

left kneeling on the tile, shivering

empty. I didn't try to explain.

furiate her more than a

e demanded, her voice trembling with a strange mix

r from my eyes a

d, my voice hoarse. "It d

confusion cro

es that

floor, my joints aching. My silence was a wall she couldn't s

f my fingers, then apologized with a charming smile while Sarah berated me for being clumsy. The countless times I was blamed for

carved into my arm was the final lesson. My words were meaningless. My truth did not exist in this house. So I stopped speaking

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His Sacrifice, Her Redemption, Their End
His Sacrifice, Her Redemption, Their End
“My family' s crimes finally caught up to us. To save them, I had no choice but to "sell" myself to Sarah Jenkins, my ex. She was the daughter of my family' s biggest victim, and she made me her personal assistant, a pawn in a game of twisted revenge. For three years, her luxurious penthouse became my cage. I endured unimaginable physical and psychological torture, from electric shocks and beatings to being forced to sleep on the floor and eat scraps. When her new husband, Mark Peterson, joined in, things worsened. He carved the word "CRIMINAL" into my arm, turning me into a branded animal. Consumed by despair, I plotted to crash a private jet with them onboard, but Sarah's desperate cry to protect Mark, the man who aided in my torment, made me hesitate. Their twisted dependency baffled me; why would she protect him after all he' d done? Then, Mark found the ashes of my parents, which I had secretly saved, and began to mix them with mud, planning to use them as shark bait. My last shred of dignity shattered. I pleaded with Sarah, reminding her of her promise to leave their remains untouched, but she coldly dismissed it. As she watched, I scooped the filthy ash into my mouth, choosing to become their grave. I was broken, bleeding, and ready to die. But my desperate act triggered a response in her I hadn't seen. She pushed Mark away, protecting me in her own brutal way, just before I pulled her into the ocean with me. In the cold depths, surrounded by sharks, I found myself fighting to save the woman who had systematically destroyed me. It still bewilders me why a love so broken, so entwined with hatred, could force such a sacrifice. My death was inevitable, but it brought me a strange peace. Little did I know, Sarah had meticulously planned every cruel act, using me to destroy Mark. Yet, in her twisted revenge, she blurred the lines between love and hate so completely that my sacrifice somehow became her ultimate redemption. My story has ended, but hers has just truly begun.”
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