Surviving The Fall: My Husband's Deadly Betrayal

Chapter 2

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shot eyes. I hadn't slept. The space on the bed beside me w

t curled in a miserable ball. The humilia

"Went to practice. Get your own lunch." The handwriting was a

easured that bag, that equipme

ur space. Now it was his fortress. He always locked it,

He'd said it with a smile once, explaining th

e. I had to get in there. I ha

ook in the kitchen. My heart hammered against

, it took several trie

oor swung open. The scent of h

ommemorative pucks. It all looked so normal, so pain

h drawers, file cabinets, flipped through books. Nothing. No pic

office chair, feeling like a

gaze fell on his laptop. Next to

is call last night

y mind. If I couldn't find physica

just a fifteen-minute drive away. I threw on clothes, grabbed my car keys, and bolted out the door

ermination. I finally settled on a high-sensitivity audio bug disguised

slick with sweat. Shane would be bac

ated the power strip under his desk, a tangled mess

ng, I plugged the tiny device in. It look

esponding app, and watched as the screen c

the chair back to its original position, and sli

in the kitchen. Everything was back t

in the master bedroom, my b

ret. The thought sent a stran

one thing for sure. From the moment I plugged in th

icon on my phone. It f

im to return to that room, to that

sound from outside th

arly evening, I h

ing, then walked straight into

arbuds and op

ak of his chair. And then, a woman's voice, sweet

inally done? I mi

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Surviving The Fall: My Husband's Deadly Betrayal

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“I gave up my career in New York to become the perfect, devoted wife to my NHL star husband. But on our second anniversary, a hidden mic in his study revealed a horrifying truth. He wasn't just cheating on me. To protect his multi-million dollar endorsements and please his mistress, he and his mother were actively plotting an "accident" to get rid of me and the baby growing inside my womb. Days later, he took me on a romantic getaway to a secluded cabin. "I've got you." He whispered those sweet words by the cliff's edge, right before his hands shoved me into the freezing lake below. I survived the icy depths, but the agonizing cramps in my abdomen told me my baby didn't make it. Waking up in the sterile hospital room, I watched Shane put on a flawless, tearful performance of a devastated father for the doctors, acting like the perfect grieving husband. I had loved this man with all my heart for five years, only to realize that to him, my life and our child were nothing but disposable trash blocking his path. How could the man who promised to protect me be such a cold-blooded monster? Looking at his perfectly constructed mask of sorrow, I didn't scream or expose his crimes. Instead, I hid my bleeding palms under the blanket and gave him a fragile, trusting smile. The naive Eveline died in that freezing lake, and now, I will destroy everything he holds dear.”