A Marriage of Lies

A Marriage of Lies

Tao Yaoyao

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I was living a dream, Sarah from a small New England town, swept into a fairytale marriage with Ethan, a charismatic and incredibly wealthy tech CEO, my rock after my parents' tragic deaths. Our perfect world shattered when, eight months pregnant, a sudden, searing pain stole our child, though somehow I was "saved" by Dr. Chloe Rinsen, the very intern implicated in my mother's death, now hailed as a miracle worker. But then, I stumbled upon a conversation between Ethan and Chloe, revealing the chilling truth: my medical crisis was induced, our baby' s death was "collateral damage," and my entire marriage had been a meticulous sham, orchestrated purely for Chloe' s discredited career comeback. My mother' s death, my father' s financial ruin and heart attack, even my new life, had all been a dark, calculated play; my husband was protecting the woman who destroyed my family, systematically poisoning me in my own home, and culminated in her confessing everything on a yacht before staging an attack to have Ethan' s security break my leg. Bleeding and broken on that deck, as the festive music mocked me, a cold, desperate clarity pierced through the agony: there was only one way out of this meticulously crafted nightmare, only one way to reclaim my shattered life, and with nothing left to lose, I threw myself into the churning, dark sea.

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I was living a dream, Sarah from a small New England town, swept into a fairytale marriage with Ethan, a charismatic and incredibly wealthy tech CEO, my rock after my parents' tragic deaths.

Our perfect world shattered when, eight months pregnant, a sudden, searing pain stole our child, though somehow I was "saved" by Dr. Chloe Rinsen, the very intern implicated in my mother's death, now hailed as a miracle worker.

But then, I stumbled upon a conversation between Ethan and Chloe, revealing the chilling truth: my medical crisis was induced, our baby' s death was "collateral damage," and my entire marriage had been a meticulous sham, orchestrated purely for Chloe' s discredited career comeback.

My mother' s death, my father' s financial ruin and heart attack, even my new life, had all been a dark, calculated play; my husband was protecting the woman who destroyed my family, systematically poisoning me in my own home, and culminated in her confessing everything on a yacht before staging an attack to have Ethan' s security break my leg.

Bleeding and broken on that deck, as the festive music mocked me, a cold, desperate clarity pierced through the agony: there was only one way out of this meticulously crafted nightmare, only one way to reclaim my shattered life, and with nothing left to lose, I threw myself into the churning, dark sea.

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