When my husband cracked my ribs and walked out the door, my 5-year-old son picked up my phone and made the call I was too broken to make. “This is what Grandpa is for,” he said. Then his tiny voice shook as he whispered, “Grandpa, come now. Mama can’t breathe.”

Mark tapped the side of the syringe with a wicked, triumphant smile on his face.

"This will make your heart stop, and they will blame it on the trauma from the fight," he said quietly.

I pulled desperately against the metal handcuffs binding me to the heavy bed frame.

My broken ribs screamed in pure agony, but I absolutely refused to give up.

"If you kill me, my father will eventually wake up and tell them the truth," I threatened boldly.

Mark laughed a dark, humorless laugh and stepped closer to the edge of the bed.

"Your father is currently in a deep coma from the gunshot wound," Mark revealed casually.

I felt a crushing, devastating wave of despair wash over my entire body.

Mark turned his head slightly to check the locked door behind him.

I used that split second of distraction to strike back with everything I had left.

I kicked my legs up and slammed my heavy boots directly into his chest.

Mark stumbled backward wildly, dropping his digital medical tablet onto the floor.

I stretched my foot out and dragged the tablet closer to my reaching hand.

The Clumsy Maid Bathed His Dog—Then The Mafia Boss Said She Wasn’t Leavi...

She found her husband with another woman and walked away so quietly that...

The Mafia Boss Asked a Disabled Widow If She Was Okay

I miraculously managed to type in my secret cloud account password with one free, trembling finger.

Mark quickly recovered his balance and lunged right at me with the deadly needle.

Chapter 7 - The Hidden Evidence