The Doctor, The Husband, The Lie
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agonizing years, my husband Hudson was my rock, nursin
acy orchestrated by my husband and our doctor, Bethany. They
ence me with an overdose. In the hospital
he would carry my child, forcibly harvesting my e
just
it, Emmy,"
elf from his world. My final act before disappearing was pressi
," I wrote. "Now, I'll take
pte
al performance began when I discovered m
ea from the man who had torn my world apart. He begged me to
my own good. A twisted lie I'
s to a fragile whisper of pain, a vuln
dn't
cold certainty settling in my chest. The past
from every corner of my digital life. It felt
A new identity, fresh and untainted
agonizing years had passe
ed me back to the city I swore I' d never see
e, approached me at the airport. She offered a
me justification for his absence. Her
. There was nothing
able. They clung to me like shadows
twisted ankle, just before my big break on Broadw
ed since I was a little gir
became my constant companion, a physi
expenses and their own lives, slowly f
band, Hudson, the perfect picture of care
he prognosis never changed. "Chronic pain
an answer. I found a new specialist, Dr.
is brow furrowed with a quiet intensity. He
ur previous diagnosis
. Incorrect? Wha
oxin. The medication I' d been taking for three years, prescribed
tor. The woman
she's a close family friend of your husband's. Her bro
trous mosaic of betrayal. Hudson. Bethany. Th
ough the shock. I had to conf
al reports clutched in my trembli
into chips of ice. He rose slowly,
e devoid of emotion, "you
the adjoining room. "She's getting suspicious, Hudson. We n
It wasn't just a mistake or a mi
le. "You were becoming... too independent, Emmy. Th
poisoned me! You stole my lif
ent me sprawling. "Don't you dar
my hand, tearing them to sh
er hand. A cruel smile played on her lip
crambling backward.
ngth overwhelming. Bethany pl
ming down my face. "Just let me
as the drug took hold. My visi
darkness claimed me was his
sterile smell a familiar torme
nurse said gently. "Another few hours,
rs. They had tr
placing the rage. They had taken ever
dn't take my
would survive this. I
n escape this elaborate. The man who had always been a ghost
e, a gift from him years ago, and dia
d, my voice raw.
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