You Asked for a Divorce, The Police Brought My Corpse
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In a matter of life and death, the kidnappers forced my husband to choose who would walk out alive: my sister or me.
Declan chose me. My sister, Valerie, was executed because of it.
But in the three years following our rescue, Valerie's death became an uncrossable chasm between Declan and me.
He spiraled into heavy drinking, violently channeling all his resentment onto me.
It culminated in that dead of night, when he held my head forcefully underwater in the bathtub. With bloodshot eyes, he roared, "If I didn't have to save you, why would Valerie be dead?! Why wasn't it you?!"
As I suffocated, the man I loved snapped my neck with his bare hands.
When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day of the kidnapping.
Watching my husband feign his agonizing struggle in front of me, I feel nothing but a dead, numbing clarity.
Since I am going to end up dead whether he saves me or not.
Declan, in this life, I'll give you exactly what you want.
Declan chose me. My sister, Valerie, was executed because of it.
But in the three years following our rescue, Valerie's death became an uncrossable chasm between Declan and me.
He spiraled into heavy drinking, violently channeling all his resentment onto me.
It culminated in that dead of night, when he held my head forcefully underwater in the bathtub. With bloodshot eyes, he roared, "If I didn't have to save you, why would Valerie be dead?! Why wasn't it you?!"
As I suffocated, the man I loved snapped my neck with his bare hands.
When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day of the kidnapping.
Watching my husband feign his agonizing struggle in front of me, I feel nothing but a dead, numbing clarity.
Since I am going to end up dead whether he saves me or not.
Declan, in this life, I'll give you exactly what you want.













































