Consumed by His Cruelty

As Olivia Reed, a licensed architect, I was forced by my husband, Ethan Blackwood, to build it for the woman he truly loved,

liated against her years of psychological torture and discovered her pregnancy by him. He held me down, his loyal doctor drained

late mansion who offered me unconditional love-after Sophia orchestrated his death, claiming he triggered her fabricated allergies. I had endured his public cruelty

a the venom wrapped in fake sympathy. I was his scapegoat, his punching bag, the living embodiment of a mistake

utterly empty, a new, hard ember began to glow: rage. I had to get out. For good this time. I scribbled 'I quit' on hospital stationery, signed