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  1 Micah, my spouse's old flame, accused me of deliberate murder. In turn, my husband chose "righteousness" over familial loyalty and spearheaded the effort to capture me. He even teamed up with Micah to broadcast my alleged "offenses" live to the entire online community. However, when he finally tracked me down after much effort, he learned that I had passed away a week earlier. Crash! My husband, Denver Watkins, forcefully kicked open the entrance to our home. "She must be concealed somewhere in here! Inspect every corner!" he instructed the law enforcement officers accompanying him. Police with weapons passed through

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For three straight days, Micah endured torture, strapped to a chair like a lifeless doll.


Denver provided her with only one daily meal—spoiled, putrid food. When she couldn't consume it, he pried her mouth open and forced it down her throat.


In just 72 hours, her body had become a mass of bruises and broken skin, a pitiful sight to behold.


Three days earlier, she had believed she would finally be with Denver, but in an instant, her world had shifted from bliss to misery.


Her eyes blazed with loathing as she stared at him.


"Denver, you have no right to accuse me! You're equally responsible for Sheila's demise!"


In response to her words, Denver twisted her finger until she cried out in pain.


"Aah!" Micah's piercing scream echoed through the room.


"Sheila was caught because she was trying to protect you, and you're the one who ended her life!"


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