My heart shattered as I lay there, motionless. So the thing slowly killing me… wasn’t stress. And it wasn’t love. It was my husband.”

“ISABELLA!”

She bolted. The door slammed behind her. She ran barefoot into the cold night, hearing Travis’s shouts echo through the street.

Isabella didn’t stop running until she reached the safety of her brother’s house. Alex opened the door within seconds. One look at her — the shaking, the pale skin, the terror in her eyes — and he pulled her inside without question. Within minutes, investigators were at her kitchen table, scanning through the evidence she had unknowingly collected:

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