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\u201cIf you ever put your hands on Selina again, I swear to God I will kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those were the last words I heard from my husband before I felt the sharp blade enter my abdomen.<\/p>\n
We had been married for three years.<\/p>\n
My name is Mabel Vance. I was twenty-eight years old, and up until that afternoon, I still foolishly believed my marriage to Flynn could be saved.<\/p>\n
We weren\u2019t a picture-perfect couple, but we didn\u2019t live in constant turmoil either. He was the CEO of Vance Global, one of the most powerful corporate groups in Chicago; I had stepped down from my career in private equity after our wedding.<\/p>\n
The real problem had a name and a face: Selina Cole.<\/p>\n
His first love. The woman everyone whispered he had never truly gotten over.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, Selina showed up weeping at our front door. She had a tiny, superficial scratch on her forearm. Flynn was sitting right beside me in the living room, slicing an apple.<\/p>\n
\u201cFlynn\u2026 I didn\u2019t want to come here,\u201d she sobbed, clutching her arm dramatically. \u201cMabel pushed me. She tried to hurt me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t even left the house that day.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a lie, Flynn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Flynn didn\u2019t give me a chance to explain. The paring knife dropped onto the rug. He picked it up and walked toward me.<\/p>\n
I still remember his eyes. They didn\u2019t belong to the man I had shared a bed with for three years.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you hurt her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFlynn, listen to me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked you if you put your hands on her!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n
Selina sobbed harder behind him. \u201cJust leave it, Flynn. Please, I don\u2019t want you two fighting over me.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all it took. Flynn completely lost control.<\/p>\n
The first plunge took my breath away. The second sent me crashing to the floor.<\/p>\n
When I looked up, gasping, waiting for him to realize the horror of what he had just done, he was already kneeling beside Selina. He took off his tailored suit jacket and gently draped it around her shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay now,\u201d he murmured with a softness he hadn\u2019t used with me in years. \u201cShe will never touch you again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Selina looked over his shoulder at me lying in my own blood. And she smiled.<\/p>\n
Three days later, I woke up in the intensive care unit.<\/p>\n
I had lost so much blood that the trauma surgeons said five more minutes would have been the difference between life and death.<\/p>\n
Flynn walked into my room holding a massive bouquet of white roses. As if a bundle of flowers could stitch together two deep stab wounds.<\/p>\n
\u201cMabel\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The physician checking my vitals stepped directly between us. His name was Dr. Marcus Reed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Vance, before you step any closer, there is something you need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n
Flynn frowned, his tone arrogant. \u201cI am her husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Reed held his gaze without flinching. \u201cPrecisely.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled an ultrasound printout from my chart and set it on the bedside tray. Two distinct, tiny silhouettes were visible on the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour wife was eight weeks pregnant when she was admitted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Flynn\u2019s breathing hitched.<\/p>\n
Dr. Reed continued, his voice cold and steady: \u201cIt was twins.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bouquet of roses slipped from Flynn\u2019s hand, crashing onto the linoleum floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth heartbeats were lost during emergency surgery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Flynn leaned heavily against the wall for support. \u201cI\u2026 I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/i><\/p>\n
A month earlier, I had sat outside his executive office for two hours holding a positive test. Through the heavy oak door, I had overheard him talking to Selina.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t do anything reckless, Selina,\u201d<\/i>\u00a0he had told her softly.\u00a0\u201cYou know you will always be the most important person to me.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
I had tucked the pregnancy test into my bag that night, deciding to wait for a better moment. That moment never came.<\/p>\n
Flynn approached my bed, tears streaming down his face. \u201cMabel, please forgive me. I swear to you, if I had known\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him, feeling an icy, absolute emptiness in my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Mabel, please\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not asking for your permission, Flynn.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tried to take my hand. I pulled it away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou killed our children to defend a woman who walked in with a scratch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a mistake!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlunging a knife into my stomach twice is not a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Flynn went ghost-white. \u201cGive me a chance to fix this. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFix what? My body? Our babies? Or the three years I wasted waiting for you to choose me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He had no answer.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something. Right before I had lost consciousness on the living room floor, my fingers had closed around a hard, rectangular object under the couch.<\/p>\n
Dr. Reed seemed to read my mind. He reached into a sterile evidence bag and pulled out a small digital voice recorder stained with dried blood.<\/p>\n
\u201cParamedics found this clutched in your hand when you arrived in trauma,\u201d Dr. Reed said.<\/p>\n
I pressed play.<\/p>\n
Static filled the room, followed by frantic shouting, footsteps, and then Selina\u2019s distinct voice. She wasn\u2019t crying anymore. She was speaking calmly into her phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, it\u2019s done.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Flynn went completely motionless.<\/p>\n
The recording continued, crisp and clear:<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, he believed every word\u2026 Mabel lost a massive amount of blood. Even if she survives, those babies won\u2019t be a problem for us anymore.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Flynn\u2019s head snapped up. But the next sentence on the tape was far worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe surgeon already received the wire transfer. If something goes wrong on the table, it\u2019ll just look like surgical complications.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
The hospital room fell into a deathly silence.<\/p>\n
Flynn stared at the recorder, then looked up at me.<\/p>\n
And for the very first time, he realized that on that fateful afternoon, he hadn\u2019t just been a cruel, neglectful husband. He had been used as the perfect, bloody weapon by someone else.<\/p>\n
And what we were about to uncover next would prove that Selina Cole wasn\u2019t even the most dangerous person in this story.<\/p>\n
Dr. Reed closed my room door.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe surgeon mentioned in that recording is Dr. Richard Vance\u2014your husband\u2019s cousin and the associate director of trauma,\u201d Dr. Reed explained. \u201cHe attempted to log your admission as a simple domestic laceration and intentionally delayed your internal blood panel. I intervened when I noticed the protocol discrepancies.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold shiver ran down my spine. I hadn\u2019t just survived a domestic assault. I had survived a coordinated hit.<\/p>\n
I immediately called Phoebe Sterling, my closest friend from my corporate finance days, who now ran a private intelligence firm in New York.<\/p>\n
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