Introduction

The October chill was nothing compared to the silence of my house as I returned from Alaska, desperate for my daughter, Sophia.

"Sophia... there was an accident," Ethan, my husband, said coldly, instantly shattering my world.

My little girl was gone, punished for breaking a trivial toy boat he cherished, a supposed memento from his childhood "savior," Chloe.

I soon found Ethan's laptop open, revealing Chloe Jennings, whose seductive purr confirmed the sickening fantasy that had overshadowed Sophia's life and our marriage.

Even after Chloe burned Sophia's mementos and brutally assaulted me with a fire poker, Ethan defended her, offering "compensation" for my "inconvenience."

His chilling pragmatism, viewing our dead daughter solely as a tool for his mistress's agenda, unleashed a profound, bitter injustice within me.

But after Chloe's sadistic taunts and Ethan's infuriating pleas for me to be "considerate" while she jabbed me with a syringe, mere escape wasn't enough.

To truly shatter this monstrous delusion, I would stage my own death, vanishing completely and forcing Ethan to face a terrifying reality.