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Betrayed by Trust: A Love Story

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 869    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

pain. A warm, sticky wetness spread from the back of

f something-panic, maybe even regret. But then Tiffany whimpered his name, and he

ft me

t wail of a siren. I watched Ethan guide Tiffany through the crowd, shielding her from the chaos

obbing numbness. My heart felt

han' s plans for the engagement party, a lavish affair on a private yacht. He was sparing no expense to celebrat

hospital again, I started maki

I got home was go to my mother' s room. It was empty. Str

backyard, standing over

her lips. She kicked a charred piece of wood with her des

he old junk," she said. "He helped m

. He had

holding a baseball bat. He look

menacing. "You dare to bring your drama here after

whistling through the air. "I should have gotten

harp, white-hot agony shot through

e second blow. I turned and ran. I ran out of the

as an old, forgotten place, but a flicker of memory sparked in my mind. My mother used to bring me here wh

ick, letting the rain wash over me

em to see me at first. He just stood there, staring at the faded murals, a

ting. But

le over the rain. He was looking for his childhood savior, the little girl who

turned, his eyes finally finding me huddl

gers digging into my flesh. "What are you

inished, Ethan," I

inished," he snarled,

een, and his entire demeanor changed.

, his voice bright. "Tiffany'

ement without a second glance. He got back in his car

My own phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a

ut my childhood. About a traumatic assault I had suffered an

now a public spectacle, splashed acr

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Betrayed by Trust: A Love Story
“It was my birthday, and my stepsister, Tiffany Stone, stood before me, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. In her hands, she held my mother' s cherished vintage record, the last thing I had left of her. Then, with a sharp, deliberate motion, she shattered it on the marble floor, stomping on our mother' s smiling face. That night, they came for me-a black van, no license plates. They dragged me from my bed to an abandoned warehouse, smashing my hands and feet with a cold metal pipe. Then came the gasoline, poured over me as I screamed. My therapist, Dr. Ethan Sterling, the only person I trusted, had given me a distress beacon, but as I reached for it, I heard his voice over a walkie-talkie: "Keep her alive, but don' t actually kill her." My blood ran cold, hope replaced by an abyss of despair. I woke up in the hospital, and Ethan sat by my bedside, a mask of concern. But before I could speak, my father stormed in, slapping me and accusing me of faking my kidnapping for attention. Tiffany, my stepmother, and my half-brother joined in, a united front of accusation. Ethan then forced me to my knees, instructing me to apologize. My heart shattered. Back home, I overheard Ethan and Tiffany, him comforting her for being "shaken" by "what happened." I found out my mother's irreplaceable necklace was up for auction. At the auction, I tried to buy it back, but Ethan outbid me, then publicly proposed to Tiffany, who promptly shattered the necklace and then shoved me down a grand staircase. I lay there, bleeding, as Ethan turned his back to comfort Tiffany. I knew they would never see me, never believe me. Why did he betray me? What did I do to deserve this endless torment from the people who were supposed to protect me? How could the man who promised to save me be the one orchestrating my downfall? My world didn' t just collapse. It ceased to exist. On the night of Tiffany' s fashion show, after being further humiliated by my family, I disowned them all, including Ethan, and, drawing a dagger, plunged it into my own chest, staging my death.”
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