As I lay on the floor, crumpled and in agony, a rush of adrenaline surged through me, momentarily dulling the pain. The betrayal from the man I loved and his family was a knife twisting deeper than the physical pain I was enduring. My babies, my mind screamed, drawing my thoughts back to the immediate danger.
The room was chaos. Norma’s voice was a distant echo, reprimanding Renee for filming, but her scolding was more about decorum than concern for my wellbeing. Darren stood frozen, a mix of shock and anger on his face as he realized the severity of what he had done.
My mind raced, trying to piece together what to do next. I needed to focus, to protect my babies. The primal instinct to shield them overwhelmed me, fueling me with a resolve I hadn’t known I possessed. I needed help, real help, not from these people who’d shown their true colors.
