Shattered Love, A Monster's Reign

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My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me. He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her. His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me. Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate. Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman. He didn't even recognize his own wife. In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely.

Crime Kidnapping Betrayal Rebirth Personal growth

Chapter 16

01-06 22:09

Chapter 1

My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me.

He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her.

His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me.

Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate.

Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman.

He didn't even recognize his own wife.

In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely.

Chapter 1

Elena Pace's POV:

The world shattered the moment Christian Valentine chose Blair Mayo over the casket holding our stillborn child.

I watched him, my husband, walk away from the hospital room. He didn't look back. His steps were firm, too firm for a man who had just lost his first child. Too firm for a man who claimed to love me.

I gripped the cold metal railing of the bed, knuckles white. The doctors had told me to rest, to grieve. But how could I rest when my heart had been ripped from my chest? How could I grieve alone?

Hours blurred. The scent of antiseptic clung to me, a constant reminder of what I had lost. Then, Christian returned. Not to hold my hand, not to console me. He stood by the door, a silhouette against the harsh hospital lights, his face unreadable.

"You need to drop the charges against Blair," he said. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

My breath hitched. "What?"

"The hit-and-run," he clarified, as if I had forgotten the accident that stole my baby, that nearly stole me. "Blair. She's just a child. It was an accident."

My mind reeled. "An accident? Christian, she was drunk. She ran a red light. She took our baby from us!"

He walked closer, his shadow falling over my trembling body. "She's sorry. She cried. She said it was her first time drinking like that."

My tears, which I thought had all dried up, began to flow again. "Her first time? My baby's first breath was taken by her recklessness! And you want me to forgive her?"

He didn't answer directly. Instead, he pulled out his phone. "I have something that could make this very difficult for you, Elena."

My blood ran cold. I knew what he meant. The intimate videos, taken in moments of vulnerability, moments I thought were sacred.

"You wouldn't," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His eyes, once filled with adoration, were now cold, calculating. "Don't test me. Drop the charges. Or everyone sees them."

He was threatening to destroy me, to publicly humiliate me. All for her. For Blair.

The room spun. My head throbbed. I had loved this man with every fiber of my being. I had believed his grand gestures, his persistent pursuit, his promises of forever. And now, he was crucifying me.

"Sign this," he pushed a document into my shaking hand. It was a formal request to withdraw the lawsuit.

My hand trembled so violently I could barely hold the pen. The words blurred on the page, but I knew what they meant. Surrender.

"Why, Christian?" I choked out, desperation lacing my voice. "Why are you doing this?"

He leaned in, his voice a low, chilling murmur. "You were always too complicated, Elena. Too much past. Blair... she's pure. Unspoiled."

The word "pure" twisted in my gut. He had always had this obsession, a dark undercurrent to his charm. I, a divorcée, had challenged it, and he had claimed to overcome it for me. It was a lie. All of it.

He kissed my forehead, a ghost of the affection he once showed. It felt like a betrayal, a final insult. "It's for the best. For everyone."

Then he was gone, leaving me alone with the silence, the antiseptic, and the crushing weight of his betrayal. My baby was gone. My husband was gone. And I, Elena Pace, was utterly, irrevocably broken.