en, the sun was a cruel mockery in the sky. I staggered through the city streets, every step an effort, every breath a stab of pain. My mind, mercifully, was numb. I found a

he papers arrived, cold and impersonal, through his lawyer. No wo

nd. A new post on her social media: a picture of a divorce certificate, clearly mine, doctored to make it look like

y Carlton's reputation and Carmen's histrionics, churned out article after article, painting me as the villain. The internet exploded. My name became synonymous w

ng, was now a dead weight in my chest. The pain had r

defiance, remained. I wouldn't let them

I got a full examination, a detailed report of the assault. Then, I filed a poli

him, ever. He answered, his voic

s Al

ho is it, darling? Not that crazy woman again, is it?" Followed by

No goodbye, no explanation

tion. My heart felt like a shr

nd strained, appeared on the screen. "Hello everyone," I began, my voice clear and calm, cutting t

into my home. The staged fall. The fake miscarriage. The warehouse. The doctored audio. The assault. Every ugly, brutal d

d a history of abuse to manipulate Carlton, to steal my husband, to steal my life.

a shift. "OMG! That diary is real!" "She's got proof!" "This

era, my eyes burning with a cold fire. "I'm doing this for my truth. For

My phone immediately

oice crackling with fury. "You're trying to destroy

u even bother to look at the evidence? Did you ever, fo

ered, a tiny, desperate bird trapped in a cage. Please, Carlton. Just

. I lost our baby. And I was sexually assaulted in that wareh

, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, "you are truly beyond savin

hun

oor. The last flicker of hope, the last desperate threa