My Betrayed Heart, My Stolen Life

Kao La

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The first thing I heard wasn't a doctor's voice but a detached system humming in my head: "Welcome back, Liam Miller." I woke from a six-month coma, only to find my home infested. My wife Sarah, pale and distant, offered no embrace, just a flat, "You're back." My children, Emily and Josh, stared at me like a stranger, then scurried behind another man. He was in my clothes, in my spot at my table, with his arm around my wife-Mark Harrison, a disturbing mirror image of me, radiating triumph. My son, Josh, clutched Mark's leg and mumbled, "You' re not our daddy. Mark is our daddy." Even my in-laws, David and Carol, defended this usurper, accusing me of being "confused" and "causing trouble." I, Liam Miller, successful architect, loving husband and father, was a ghost in my own life, stripped of everything. Later, in my own living room, Sarah's phone flashed with a text from "M ❤️": "Can't wait for tonight. The kids will be asleep soon. I'll make sure he's out of the way." The betrayal was no longer a suspicion; it was a cold, hard truth. I watched, hidden, as Sarah and Mark shared an intimate kiss in my bed, heard my children call him "Daddy Mark." Then, Mark staged a scene, deliberately injuring himself and framing me for the attack. "You animal!" David roared, striking me as Emily shrieked, "I hate you! We don't want you here!" Condemned by my own family, I knew there was no going back. Just as they threw me out, I heard the roar of a familiar engine. It was Mark's car, speeding toward me. The impact. A sledgehammer of force. I lay broken, bleeding. My mother-in-law, Carol, hung up on my plea for help, accusing me of a "stunt." Then, a bowl of soup, a "gift" from Carol, reeked faintly of peanuts-the allergen that could kill me. They weren't just trying to erase me; they were actively trying to murder me. Lying in my hospital bed, I finally spoke to the voice in my head. "System," I thought, "I'm ready. I accept. Get me out of here. Whatever it takes."

Family Thriller Modern Betrayal Revenge

Chapter 11

01-06 21:01

Introduction

The first thing I heard wasn't a doctor's voice but a detached system humming in my head: "Welcome back, Liam Miller."

I woke from a six-month coma, only to find my home infested.

My wife Sarah, pale and distant, offered no embrace, just a flat, "You're back."

My children, Emily and Josh, stared at me like a stranger, then scurried behind another man.

He was in my clothes, in my spot at my table, with his arm around my wife-Mark Harrison, a disturbing mirror image of me, radiating triumph.

My son, Josh, clutched Mark's leg and mumbled, "You' re not our daddy. Mark is our daddy."

Even my in-laws, David and Carol, defended this usurper, accusing me of being "confused" and "causing trouble."

I, Liam Miller, successful architect, loving husband and father, was a ghost in my own life, stripped of everything.

Later, in my own living room, Sarah's phone flashed with a text from "M ❤️": "Can't wait for tonight. The kids will be asleep soon. I'll make sure he's out of the way."

The betrayal was no longer a suspicion; it was a cold, hard truth.

I watched, hidden, as Sarah and Mark shared an intimate kiss in my bed, heard my children call him "Daddy Mark."

Then, Mark staged a scene, deliberately injuring himself and framing me for the attack.

"You animal!" David roared, striking me as Emily shrieked, "I hate you! We don't want you here!"

Condemned by my own family, I knew there was no going back.

Just as they threw me out, I heard the roar of a familiar engine. It was Mark's car, speeding toward me.

The impact. A sledgehammer of force. I lay broken, bleeding.

My mother-in-law, Carol, hung up on my plea for help, accusing me of a "stunt."

Then, a bowl of soup, a "gift" from Carol, reeked faintly of peanuts-the allergen that could kill me.

They weren't just trying to erase me; they were actively trying to murder me.

Lying in my hospital bed, I finally spoke to the voice in my head.

"System," I thought, "I'm ready. I accept. Get me out of here. Whatever it takes."