On the morning of October 15, my ordinary Tuesday turned into a nightmare. My husband Kenneth seemed distant and tense, and when his mother Catherine arrived unannounced, the atmosphere cracked with unspoken menace. Moments later, Kenneth destroyed our wedding photos and threw me out onto the porch in nothing but a towel, leaving me humiliated and bewildered. My brother Damian arrived just in time, shutting down Kenneth’s career at his company and taking me to safety.
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