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Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 825    |    Released on: 04/08/2025

en Casey at a charity gala I was hosting. He said she was a tal

to shock. I found it distasteful

nvolved using her own sick grandmother as a living sculpture, claiming it was

meeting. She accused me of bei

ever it takes for your dream!" she had sp

d her a monster, a user. He held me and told me he wo

Kirsten Casey was a

fused. "James, you sa

e'd said, dismissing my concerns. "H

convincing, his touch so familiar and loving. He whispered th

d him. I

scuss strategy. A flight to Art Basel to see her new piece. He always had a

he chilling reality that he would sacrifice my

cal blow. I was shaking, my body wracked with sobs. I a

r had gathered and signed the non-d

pened up. A cold, miserable rain started

rene, her voice frantic

's Kelley!

I collapsed onto the wet pavement. A sha

Not

ar and sped towards the hospital, my hands sh

s on a gurney, his face pale, his body broken. Irene

ou have to

a mask of grim reluctance. "I'm sorr

grabbing his arm. The pain in my stomach was a roaring fi

eel their eyes on me, see the blood that

man in the crowd yelled. "We all have phones! T

ed his voice. "Look, my hands

Orders

He's the primary benefactor of this hospital

"His injuries... they aren't even that se

he doctor said, his voice trembling.

his arm. I felt

one, until my voice was raw. I tried to find a p

ill face. The life had drain

as g

had murdered my brother

e. I clutched my stomach, gasping for a

paper. I trusted him. I kille

ears. "Hannah, it's not your fault. We have t

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Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream
Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream
“My eight-year marriage to tech mogul James Slater was a secret, a perfect facade of love and devotion. I was a celebrity chef, he was the doting husband, but it was all a beautiful lie. On our eighth anniversary, James showed me a video: my younger brother, Kelley, tied to a chair, humiliated, being tortured by an "artist" named Kirsten Casey. James called it "performance art," a twisted display of his new muse's "vision." He dismissed my horror, his staff echoing his words, claiming I "wouldn't understand." He gave me an ultimatum: prove Kirsten's illegality or publicly apologize for slandering her. When I pleaded for Kelley, he offered a million dollars for therapy, his voice flat and final. He said Kirsten was "important" and I wouldn't stand in her way. The truth was a physical blow. James was Kirsten's patron, her lover, her legal shield. He was using his immense power to protect her cruelty. I was trapped, isolated, my home a cage. "You're her lawyer? You're helping her do this?" I choked out, my voice raw. He just looked at me, his eyes devoid of love, and said, "Hannah, don't make this difficult." I signed the papers, desperate to protect Kelley. But it was too late. Kelley jumped. At the hospital, James, the primary benefactor, ordered them not to "waste resources." My brother died. My baby, too, lost in the horror. I was shattered, blaming myself for trusting him.”
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