Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

t, a perfect facade of love and devotion. I was a celebrity c

tied to a chair, humiliated, being tortured by an "artist" named Kirsten Casey.

rove Kirsten's illegality or publicly apologize for slandering her. When I pleaded for Kelley, he offered a milli

r lover, her legal shield. He was using his immense power to

d out, my voice raw. He just looked at me, his eyes devo

e hospital, James, the primary benefactor, ordered them not to "waste resources." My brothe

pte

a secret. My marriage to tech mogul James Slater was a bigg

husband, the powerhouse who worshipped the

s sat across from me in our minimalist living r

hing to show

tone he used to discuss sto

her, Kelley. He was on a stage, but not with his guitar. He was tied to

tbrush, not to a canvas, but to Kelley' s skin. She

ainst the ropes, his face a mask of t

tablet's speakers. James tilted hi

sn't she?" he murmured. "Adds

ach turn. This wasn't

int and drew a vicious line across K

rm. The contrast between his soft touch an

id, his voice a soothing poison. "Kirsten

anding silently in the corners of

p. "Mr. Slater is right, Mrs. Slater. It's

a good cause. All proceeds f

his people, their loyalty bought and p

mes. Not the man who held me when I had nightmare

fabricated warmth. "Bring me proof that she's done something illegal. O

e through the shock, raw and shakin

a trembling finger at the screen.

n bored. "He' s a musician. A little drama

ad wash over me. "She's destroy

wouldn't eat, wouldn't speak. I told him our family frie

enty-year-old boy's future!" I pleaded. "You're

is voice flat and final. "I will not le

h a difficult child. "I'll have my assistant send him a

ed, not from the air conditioning, but from

l, crowded restaurant, not a five-star place. He s

aign that swept me off my feet. He, a titan of industry,

e ends of the earth, that I was h

ng and the celebrity chef. He moved his company's headquarters just to be c

as the most importan

screen, Kirsten, was not just torturing my brother. She

t a lawyer, to file an in

r, and now, her legal shield. He was using his im

a million pieces. My voi

er? You're helpi

void of any love, any warmth. He reached out and gently tucked a

softly, "don't mak