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fading bruises across my ribs, dark fingerprints on my upper arms, and a healing cut near my shoulder.
At the altar, my groom whispered, “You belong to me”—so I smiled, revealed the truth I’d been hiding, and turned our wedding into the moment his entire life began to collapse
I raised a microphone.
“These injuries were documented by three physicians over seven months,” I said. “The dates match recordings from Adrian’s homes and vehicles.”
