My husband b:eat me for refusing to live with my mother-in-law. then he calmly went to bed. the next morning, he brought me some makeup and said: “my mother’s coming for lunch. cover all that up and smile.”

Chapter 2: The Phone Behind the Tile

“You think you’re strong?” Adrian asked quietly. “You live in my house, spend my money, and use my name.”

His money.

The thought nearly made me laugh.

Instead, I lowered my eyes. Men like Adrian always mistake silence for obedience. Marjorie had raised him to believe a wife should bend, smile, and call it love.

He stepped over me, changed into pajamas, and fell asleep within minutes.

I stayed on the floor until the dizziness faded.

Then I locked myself in the bathroom and stared at my reflection under the harsh white light. The mark beneath my eye was already darkening.

I touched it once.

Then I reached behind the loose tile beneath the sink and pulled out the small black phone Adrian never knew existed.

Three messages waited.

One from my lawyer.

One from my accountant.

One from the private investigator I had hired six weeks earlier.

I opened the last message first.

Final evidence package complete.

A slow smile crossed my split lip.

Adrian had finally handed me the last thing I needed.

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