The Monster By My Bedside

From the back cover

My life was a picture of perfection: happily married, a successful graphic designer, and four months pregnant, envisioning a bright future in my chic Chicago apartment.

Then, the nightmare began, shattering everything.

Masked men burst into my home, assaulting me, and the last thing I remembered before blacking out was my husband Mark's key in the lock.

I woke up in a hospital bed, only to learn I'd lost our baby, and the attack had left me infertile.

But the true horror came from behind a curtain: my 'grieving' husband Mark admitting his 'relief' to his best friend, David, revealing the assault was orchestrated by his mistress, Jessica, merely a 'warning' for me to miscarry.

My own husband, complicit in the murder of our child and the destruction of my future, was relieved it happened.

The betrayal was an icy blade, a thousand times worse than any physical pain, leaving me reeling in a cold, absolute rage.

How could the man who held my hand moments earlier be such a monster?

Lying there, playing the incapacitated victim, I knew I couldn't simply 'move on' with this charade.

I had to vanish.

With the help of David, I decided to stage my own death.

I shed 'Sarah Miller,' leaving her tragic story behind, becoming 'Emily Hayes,' ready to forge a new life-and make them pay.