Then he called me.
I knew he was acting.
I recorded the call.
He sobbed, “I know you hate that I don’t
make money. But now I’m an influencer! I can
support you!”
What a performance.
I thought I would hate his voice, but I was
steady.
I inhaled, then said, “Mark, these lies will not
work. I have scars on my body from the
beatings that you gave me. They don’t lie. If I
come out, everyone will know that you’re
come out, everyone will know that you’re
lying.”
“What are you saying? I’ve never hit you!”
He seemed nervous, but kept going. “I’m
doing this for us, so Sarah can live a good
life.”
He was using Sarah against me.
“You never loved me, or Sarah. We were just
things for you to abuse.”
I said, “I’m telling you to stop this. Or I’m
going to expose you, and everyone will hate
you!”
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Chapter 2
I switched off my burner phone.
Mark was a loser.
Insecure, and a fool.
He’d do anything to hold on to his fifteen
minutes of fame.
Anyone who threatened him was dead meat.
I was a walking time bomb, ready to blow up
his whole act.
He’d be desperate to shut me up..
But I was hidden away, impossible to find.
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He only had two options.
First, he could abuse Sarah even worse,
hoping I’d crack and come running.
Second, he could hire some shady hacker to
track my phone.
My phone was off, so hacking was a dead
end.
Beating Sarah was his best bet.
Sarah worshipped her daddy, so she’d
probably take a few punches for his fame.
I smiled.
The stage was set.
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I was just going to chill in my apartment,
watch the show, and check my home security
cameras.
Yep, you heard that right.
Last time, I was going to divorce Mark, and I
needed evidence of abuse.
So, I planted hidden cameras all over the
house.
Things went south fast, and I had to run with
Sarah, leaving the cameras behind.
I remembered them on the plane.
It would all play in my favor, getting Mark to
do a sob story for attention.
Г
People are so easily manipulated, and Mark
would be an easy mark.
I just had to be patient.
His true colors would come out.
At his lowest, people would be repulsed.
I was going to bury Mark so deep that he’d
never be able to recover!
I wanted to capture some of the abuse
between Mark and Sarah.
But it was even better.
The videos were filmed in the living room.
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In HD.
Mark would hug Sarah and cry in front of the
camera.
But then turn it off and throw her to the side,
yelling at her.
He’d kicked her after throwing her.
“Useless waste of space! Go make me some
food! You’re always messing with my life.”
“Dad, I’m sorry,” she said.
She had bruises all over her body.
Scared to death.
She was so pathetic.
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She got up to walk to the kitchen.
Mark said, “Call your Mom, and get her back
here. Or I’m going to throw you out the
window!”
He looked like a demon.
He would have thrown her out the window, if
she wasn’t useful.
Sarah quivered, flashing a fake smile.
“Don’t worry Dad, she’s been checking
messages, and if I send her a photo of me,
trying to commit suicide, then she will come
back.”
He seemed appeased.
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“Good.”
Sarah looked angry.
“Mom ruined you. I want her to die when she
comes back.”
I thought she was just spoiled.
She’s pure evil, who will do anything to avoid
being abused.
She did not care about my life.
She’s so evil!
She was stuck with her dad.
I laughed.
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I downloaded the video and got out of the
app.
The evidence was stacking up.
It took me two days to compile it.
Mark started selling a lot of sob stories, using
Oscar–worthy acting.
