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Jan 13, 2026
I came to his villa for one last chance to save our marriage—not to hear him sneer, ‘You’re overreacting,’ with eyes colder than stone. My hand touched my belly. ‘Our baby—’ I whispered, but his fingers slammed into my shoulders, and the world vanished beneath me. As I hit the floor, I heard his breath at my ear: ‘Stay quiet.’ Then, through the blur, I saw it—a tiny red light blinking in the corner. It had recorded everything… but who would see it first?