I waited until the house was completely silent.
The children were asleep. Alexander had finally drifted off after holding me tightly through the night. His arm had been heavy across my pregnant belly, as if even in sleep he refused to let me go.
At 2:17 AM, I slipped out of bed. My bare feet moved silently across the cool floor as I made my way to his study. The rose-gold collar felt heavier than ever around my neck.
I took out the black USB drive again and plugged it into the laptop.
Hundreds of files appeared. Medical records. Bank transfers. Voice recordings. Videos.
I started opening them one by one.
Emails between Alexander and my mother when I was sixteen. Her growing suspicion. His calm denials. Then the tone shifted — threats, large payments to doctors, NDAs, and a private me
