A wave of disbelief crashed over me as I realized the gravity of what was unfolding. My husband, the man I had trusted with my life and the lives of our children, was in league with these strangers. I couldn’t comprehend the betrayal, the deception that had been woven into the fabric of our lives.
I clutched Liam and Emma closer, feeling their small, trembling bodies against mine. My instincts screamed at me to protect them, to find a way out of this nightmare. But what could I do, crouched here in the dark, with nowhere to run?
In that moment, I knew that my husband—if I could even call him that anymore—had orchestrated something sinister. The reality of it gnawed at my sanity. My thoughts raced, desperately trying to piece together the puzzle. Why had he brought us here? Why had he staged this elaborate facade if he was part of it all?
