Collins promised he’d take care of me. On the first day, he and Jenna carried me upstairs, fluffed the pillows, handed me a glass of water… then locked the bedroom door from the outside.
I was in shock. Moments later, a paper slid under the door: a “Home Contribution Agreement” stating I’d need to cook, clean, and pay rent after recovery. Both their signatures were on it. Mine wasn’t—yet they left a pen.
What they didn’t know? I’d hidden a spare key behind the headboard months before. I unlocked the door, grabbed my phone, and called my sister.
The police came. I showed them the contract and my medical documents. Collins and Jenna tried to twist the story, but the facts spoke for themselves. That night, I left for good.
A week later, I filed for divorce.
Collins fought it, but my brother-in-law, a lawyer, buried him in evidence.
Collins lost both the case and his job. Jenna ended up evicted.
A few weeks later, I ran into Collins at the pharmacy. He said, “You ruined my life.” I just smiled and replied, “No—I finally chose mine.”
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