They never noticed that the deed to the house had my maiden name printed above his.
That night, I cleaned the blood from my mouth and stared at my reflection. My cheek was already darkening beneath the skin. My hands were steady.
From the bedroom, Ethan’s voice drifted out—laughing.
“Yeah, she got the message. By morning, she’ll be begging.”
I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and took out the small recorder I’d hidden there months ago—after the first slap he swore would never happen again.
The red light blinked steadily.
I touched my cheek once.
Then I made three calls.
One to my lawyer.
One to the bank.
And one that would become Ethan’s biggest mistake.
