{"id":12584,"date":"2026-10-02T14:58:58","date_gmt":"2026-10-02T14:58:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/risingstoryusa.com\/?p=12584"},"modified":"2026-10-02T14:59:00","modified_gmt":"2026-10-02T14:59:00","slug":"my-husband-attacked-me-to-defend-his-mistress-after-waking-three-days-later-in-the-icu-i-revealed-the-secret-recording-from-my-smartwatch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/risingstoryusa.com\/?p=12584","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Attacked Me To Defend His Mistress\u2014After Waking Three Days Later In The ICU, I Revealed The Secret Recording From My Smartwatch"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">PART 1<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cIf you ever touch Selina again, I swear to God I will kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Those were the final words I heard from my husband before a sharp, icy pressure ripped through my abdomen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My name is Nora. Until that afternoon, I had been foolish enough to believe my three-year marriage to Julian could still be saved. He was the CEO of Vance Global, and I had abandoned my career for him. But the rot inside our marriage had a name: Selina Cole, his first love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That afternoon, Selina burst through our front door crying. There was nothing more than a superficial scratch on her forearm. Julian was cutting an apple in the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cJulian\u2026 I didn\u2019t want to come here,\u201d she sobbed. \u201cNora pushed me. She cornered me downtown. She tried to hurt me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was still wearing my silk pajamas. I hadn\u2019t left the house all day. \u201cThat is an absolute lie, Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But Julian refused to hear me. The silver knife slipped from his hand onto the marble table. He picked it up, his eyes completely empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDid you put your hands on her?!\u201d he roared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Behind him, Selina whimpered. \u201cPlease, Julian, just leave it alone. I don\u2019t want you two fighting over me.\u201d That was enough. The first plunge stole my breath. The second sent me crashing onto the Persian rug. I looked up, expecting him to drop the knife in horror. Instead, he stepped over my fallen body, knelt beside Selina, and placed his jacket around her shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cIt\u2019s okay now,\u201d he whispered tenderly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Selina looked over his shoulder at me. Then, she smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I wasn\u2019t going to die just a victim. I allowed my eyes to roll back and my body to go limp, keeping my left arm hidden beneath me. With agonizing slowness, I tapped my smartwatch twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Voice Memos. Record.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cShe\u2019s gone,\u201d Julian said hollowly. \u201cI\u2026 I did it, Selina. Just like you said. We\u2019re free.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Three days later, I opened my eyes in the ICU.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian came into my room carrying an enormous bouquet of white roses, looking disheveled, as if flowers could somehow repair the severe internal trauma in my stomach. \u201cNora\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dr. Caleb Reed stepped calmly between us. \u201cMr. Vance, before you come any closer, there\u2019s a medical reality you need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian frowned. \u201cI\u2019m her husband. Get out of my way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cExactly,\u201d Dr. Caleb Reed said coldly. \u201cWhich makes this all the more tragic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He pulled an ultrasound image from my chart and set it on the tray. Two tiny silhouettes could clearly be seen\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">PART 2<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYour wife was eight weeks pregnant when she arrived in my O.R.,\u201d Dr. Caleb Reed stated, his voice a lethal whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian\u2019s lungs seemed to stop as every trace of color vanished from his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cIt was twins,\u201d Dr. Caleb Reed continued relentlessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The huge bouquet of white flowers slipped from his lifeless fingers, scattering across the sterile clinical floor like discarded frost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cNo\u2026\u201d he choked out, stumbling backward until his spine struck the wall. \u201cBoth heartbeats\u2026 gone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He collapsed against the floor, burying his fists in his hair as an agonized, broken wail escaped from his chest. \u201cNora, I swear to God, I didn\u2019t know!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My unblinking eyes remained fixed on the sobbing wreck groveling before me\u2014a man I had once placed above my own soul. The hollow ache inside me hardened into unbreakable, vengeful iron; his manufactured guilt meant nothing to me now, because I wanted nothing less than his complete destruction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But before I could utter a single word, the fluorescent bulbs overhead convulsed with an aggressive hum, and the entire critical ward was suddenly consumed by suffocating, pitch-black darkness\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">PART 3: THE SHADOW IN THE DARK<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The sudden quiet of the ICU was deafening. The constant beep-beep-beep of my heart monitor disappeared, replaced by the frantic clicking of backup generators struggling to activate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In the darkness, Julian stopped pleading. His desperate sobs disappeared, replaced by an eerie, immediate stillness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cJulian?\u201d Dr. Caleb Reed\u2019s voice cut through the darkness, sharp and cautious. He reached into his pocket for his penlight. Click.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The narrow beam of light illuminated the room, but Julian was no longer kneeling at the foot of my bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He was standing directly beside my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The pathetic, sniveling husband who had been sobbing over the lost twins only seconds earlier had disappeared. His posture was rigid, his expression completely empty of remorse. In the dim penlight, I watched his hand slide beneath his suit jacket and pull out a small, pre-filled syringe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou always were too resilient, Nora,\u201d Julian whispered, his voice dangerously low, stripped of all emotion. \u201cSelina told me you wouldn\u2019t die from two simple punctures. She said you were too stubborn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The tears, the sobbing, the flowers\u2014it had all been an act to get past the police guards outside my room. He hadn\u2019t come to ask for forgiveness. He had come to finish what he started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cJulian, step back!\u201d Dr. Caleb Reed yelled, lunging forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian twisted away, shoving Dr. Caleb Reed hard into the metal supply cart. The heavy tray crashed onto the floor, sending medical tools scattering through the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Before Dr. Caleb Reed could recover, Julian lunged toward my IV line, raising the needle to inject the clear liquid into my port.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cIf you survive,\u201d Julian hissed into my ear, \u201cthe police will listen to you. Vance Global will fall. I can\u2019t let that happen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I didn\u2019t scream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I didn\u2019t panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With every ounce of strength left in my healing abdomen, I raised my left wrist\u2014the wrist wearing the smartwatch that was currently synced to the hospital\u2019s cloud network through the local Wi-Fi\u2014and pressed the side button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A harsh, automated voice echoed from the smartwatch speaker, amplified throughout the dark room:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cBroadcasting audio stream to Chicago Police Department Emergency Dispatch\u2026 Connecting\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian froze, the syringe tip hovering a millimeter from my IV line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">From the watch speaker, the recording from three days earlier played at full volume, filling the pitch-black ICU:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cShe\u2019s gone. I\u2026 I did it, Selina. Just like you said. We\u2019re free.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhat\u2026 what is that?!\u201d Julian panicked, his eyes widening in terror as his own voice exposed him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Before he could react, the backup generators finally roared to life. The overhead emergency lights flickered on, flooding the room with stark red light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The heavy oak ICU doors burst open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Four armed Chicago police officers who had been stationed directly outside my room charged inside with their weapons raised. Behind them stood the State\u2019s Attorney.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDrop the needle! Hands behind your head! Down on the floor now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian dropped the syringe. The plastic cylinder bounced off the linoleum and rolled harmlessly beneath my bed. He raised his hands, shaking violently, as the officers slammed him against the wall and snapped steel handcuffs around his wrists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As they dragged him toward the door, Julian looked back at me, his face twisted with desperate, pathetic terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cNora! Please! Tell them it was an accident! Selina made me do it! It was Selina!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I leaned back against my pillows and looked down at the smartwatch on my wrist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cTake his phone,\u201d I told the lead detective calmly. \u201cSearch his private messages under \u2018Selina Cole.\u2019 You\u2019ll find the transfer of two million dollars from Vance Global accounts made forty-eight hours ago to pay off the medical examiner who falsified Selina\u2019s injury report.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian went completely pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHow\u2026 how do you know about that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cBecause while you were planning my murder,\u201d I said, my voice cold as ice, \u201cI was buying your company\u2019s board of directors.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FINAL: THE RECKONING<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Three weeks later, the sun streamed brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Cook County Courthouse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I sat in the front row of the gallery, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit and leaning lightly on a cane. Beside me sat Dr. Caleb Reed, who had agreed to serve as the chief medical expert witness for the prosecution.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At the defense table sat Julian Vance and Selina Cole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Selina no longer resembled the delicate, innocent victim who had entered my living room with a scratch on her arm. Her designer clothes had been replaced by an orange jumpsuit, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes darted frantically around the courtroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When the lead prosecutor played the complete, unedited audio file taken from my smartwatch, along with ICU security footage showing Julian attempting to inject a lethal dose of potassium chloride into my IV line, the jury reached its verdict in less than forty-five minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Guilty of attempted first-degree murder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Guilty of corporate embezzlement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The judge brought down his gavel and sentenced Julian Vance to forty-five years in a maximum-security state penitentiary without the possibility of parole. Selina Cole received thirty years for her role as co-conspirator and accessory to attempted murder. As the bailiffs moved forward to take them away in chains, Julian turned toward me for one final look, tears running down his face as his eyes pleaded for even the smallest amount of mercy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I gave him nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I simply straightened the lapel of my jacket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">After Julian\u2019s arrest, Vance Global\u2019s board of directors voted unanimously to remove him as CEO and strip him of his asset holdings. With the evidence of his embezzlement in hand, my legal team completed the takeover of his controlling shares.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was no longer merely a survivor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was now the primary owner and Chairwoman of Vance Global.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Outside the courthouse, dozens of reporters crowded the stone steps, their cameras flashing continuously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">One reporter pushed a microphone toward me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMrs. Vance! What do you have to say to the public after taking control of your husband\u2019s empire?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I stood at the top of the steps, gazing across the city skyline as the cool morning breeze brushed against my face. For the first time in three years, I could breathe without fear, without pain, and without hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I adjusted my smartwatch, offered the cameras a soft smile, and said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cAlways make sure you hit record.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The quiet, persistent hum of the Cook County Circuit Courthouse\u2019s air-conditioning was a sound Nora Vance once thought she would never hear again. Yet six months after the trial, as she sat in the private executive lounge on the eighth floor, she found the steady flow of cold air strangely comforting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Three distinct items rested on the polished mahogany table before her: a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea, a bound leather binder bearing the golden seal of Vance Global Enterprises, and her smartwatch, its black digital screen resting silently on its charging stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She reached toward it, her manicured fingers brushing the smooth metal casing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Six months earlier, that tiny piece of technology had been her lifeline. It had recorded the chilling confession of a man who believed he had successfully discarded her like trash onto their living room rug. Now, it remained a quiet reminder of the night Nora stopped allowing herself to be a passive participant in her own life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The heavy lounge door opened with a muted click.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dr. Caleb Reed walked inside carrying two Manila folders. He looked completely different from the man she had seen beneath the frantic fluorescent lights of the ICU. Wearing a sharp charcoal suit instead of his usual surgical scrubs, he carried the quiet confidence of someone who had finally watched a long, dark night give way to morning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThe board meeting wrapped up five minutes ago,\u201d Caleb said, taking the chair across from her and placing the folders on the table. \u201cUnanimous vote. The medical research division is officially funded. Ten million dollars allocated for trauma and neonatal care initiatives across Illinois.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nora gave him a faint, genuine smile\u2014the kind that reached her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cAnd the legacy name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cRenamed,\u201d Caleb confirmed gently. \u201cThe Nora Vance Foundation for Family and Child Recovery. Julian\u2019s name has been completely removed from the charter documents. It\u2019s done, Nora.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nora slowly sipped her tea, allowing its warmth to settle through her chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThank you, Caleb. For everything. For standing between him and my bed when the lights went out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI was just doing my job as a doctor,\u201d Caleb replied, though his eyes carried a deep, unspoken respect. \u201cYou were the one who fought your way back from the edge of that rug.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">An hour later, Nora stood alone inside the high-ceilinged corner office on the top floor of the Vance Global tower in downtown Chicago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The entire room had been transformed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The dark, suffocating leather furniture and heavy mahogany paneling Julian had preferred were gone. In their place were floor-to-ceiling windows, warm oak, and lush green plants glowing in the afternoon sunlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The air no longer carried the scent of expensive cigars and heavy cologne. Instead, it smelled of fresh jasmine and a clean lake breeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She crossed to the expansive glass window and looked out over the glittering stretch of Lake Michigan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Her phone chimed quietly on the desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">An automated notification from her legal team appeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Update on State Penitentiary Inmate #488209 (Julian Vance): Transfer to maximum security facility completed. Appeal request denied by Appellate Court.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Update on State Penitentiary Inmate #488210 (Selina Cole): Protective custody transfer denied. General population placement confirmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nora read the notification once, her expression completely unreadable, then cleared it from the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">There was no rush of vindictive satisfaction, no pounding heartbeat, no bitter tears. The fierce desire for revenge that had carried her through ICU surgeries, physical therapy, and courtroom testimony had finally burned itself out, leaving behind a vast and pristine clarity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julian and Selina were where they belonged\u2014behind iron bars, stripped of their money, status, and illusions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">They were living with the consequences of their choices while Nora was living with the reality of hers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A soft knock came at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Her executive assistant, a bright young woman named Maya whom Nora had hired straight from Northwestern\u2019s business program, stepped into the office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMs. Vance?\u201d Maya said respectfully. \u201cThe press conference for the foundation launch starts in fifteen minutes downstairs. The press corps is fully assembled.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nora turned from the window and pulled her ivory blazer more tightly around her shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cAre all the major networks present?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.kindnessstorieshub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/g3-9.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-34814\" style=\"aspect-ratio:0.7466666666666667;width:896px;height:auto\"\/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cEvery single one,\u201d Maya said with a smile. \u201cAnd the tech investors for the new smartwatch safety integration project are waiting in the front row.\u201d<br><br>\u201cGood,\u201d Nora replied smoothly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She picked up her smartwatch from the desk and fastened it securely around her left wrist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The cool metal rested against her skin\u2014a permanent reminder that a woman\u2019s voice, when captured and used with unwavering courage, could shatter empires built on lies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She took one final look around the sunlit office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The physical scars beneath her silk blouse no longer caused her pain. They were simply proof that she had survived the blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The emotional grief over the children she had lost so violently would never completely disappear, but funding a foundation that could save thousands of other lives meant their memory could grow into something beautiful and lasting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She stepped outside her office and walked down the long, carpeted hallway toward the private executive elevator.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As the elevator doors opened, she caught her reflection in the polished brass walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The woman staring back at her was no longer the quiet, agreeable wife who had remained hidden in the shadows of a corporate titan\u2019s home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She was the Chairwoman of Vance Global\u2014a woman who had faced death, looked directly at her executioner, and rewritten her own story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The elevator descended smoothly toward the lobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nora adjusted her cuffs, lifted her chin, and stepped into the bright flash of cameras, ready to speak to the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>PART 1 \u201cIf you ever touch Selina again, I swear to God I will kill you.\u201d Those were the final words I heard from my husband before a sharp, icy &hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12585,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12584","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-latest-story"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t<!-- All in One SEO 5.0.4 - aioseo.com -->\n\t<meta name=\"description\" content=\"PART 1 \u201cIf you ever touch Selina again, I swear to God I will kill you.\u201d Those were the final words I heard from my husband before a sharp, icy pressure ripped through my abdomen. 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