Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

d arranged. My hand went to my stomach. It was flat. Empty.

en she saw my eyes were open, she jumped

, you'r

dam broke. Fresh tears stream

rgue," Irene said softly, her hand strok

morgue drawer, was another knife to my heart.

ne," I sobbed.

y son, Elliot, he's a therapist in California. He's already found

hrough my chest. The thought of escape wa

the nightstand. A

to Kirsten's gallery.

ough the grief. He was blaming

, my fingers clumsy and weak. The

It was a video. My stomach cle

my custom-made knives, laughing as she butchered a piece of prime beef. The vi

ed to smash it, to scream, but all that came o

n over my shoulder.

he snarled. "That

. The contact name, "My Whole W

sound stronger than I felt. I needed her to b

t room, I let the tears fall again. I just had t

y room opened

ce. His eyes held the same playful cruelty I'd seen

deo, the one directing the "perform

throat. I launched myself at hi

e threw me to the floor like a rag doll. I landed

d him, a smirk on her face. She leane

sister-in-law," she purred. "Or

at me. "Still got some figh

at, my voice fi

unconcerned. He ge

She opened my eyes to a world of real art, real passion. And you," he sneered

his words hang in the air. "And her

ed blow, designed to brea

ou've been a bad girl, Hannah. You h

I lunged again, biting

ed short, taking in the scene-me on the floor, clinging to Jam

. They were on Kirsten, a look

lips. It was all a game to him. I

thing to her," I said, my voice flat.

ing to Kirsten with a look of concern. "Ar

ntle. Then he turned back to m

ze to he

my voice sha

mask of righteous indignation. "James, darling, you h

a soothing murmur. "Of course,