…a truth that unraveled the carefully woven tapestry of lies he had spun for years. The husband’s bravado faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty as he caught the whispers and the furtive glances directed his way.
Zola lay still in the hospital bed, her mind a fog of pain and fear, yet within her heart, something new began to stir—a flicker of hope. For years, she had been trapped in an unending cycle of abuse, her reality dictated by the man who now stood outside, a man who wore two faces: one of a loving husband to the world, and another, monstrous and cruel, behind closed doors.
Dr. Jones returned, accompanied by security personnel. Her demeanor was calm but resolute, her authority underscored by the gravity of the situation. She approached the husband, her eyes meeting his with a steely determination.
