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My husband slammed my hand onto the burning stove because the steak was “overcooked.” As I collapsed in agony, my mother-in-law stepped over me, laughing, “She needs to learn her place.” My father-in-law just turned up the TV. They thought I was reaching for a bandage. I smiled through the tears and whispered, “enjoy your last few minutes of peace.” then, the siren lights flashed outside…

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he used to keep me tethered to him. I was building the most important case file of my life, but I was still missing the indisputable, undeniable lynchpin. I needed a confession, or better yet, I needed them caught in the act.

I just needed the right provocation.

Chapter 3: The Slow Simmer

Julian loomed over me, grabbing me by the jaw and forcing my tear-streaked continue reading …

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