Chapter 1 - The Strike on the Sofa
The glass coffee table shattered across the marble floor as a heavy boot slammed into Julian’s chest, sending his expensive whiskey glass flying into the air.
Julian crashed backward onto the plush blue velvet sofa in the luxury high-rise living room, clutching his sternum as he gasped for breath.
Standing over him in a dark navy military dress uniform adorned with rows of glittering service medals was his mother-in-law. Her grey hair was pinned in a tight, flawless bun, her eyes cold, disciplined, and unyielding as she kept her boot pressed firmly against his chest.
"Did you really think your low-level passwords could hide from military intelligence?" the Grandmother asked, her voice calm, authoritative, and icy enough to freeze the warm city skyline glowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Julian shrank back against the sofa cushions in complete terror, raising his hands defensively as blood trickled down his trembling knuckles. "Who... who are you? Get away from me!"
Beside the doorway stood Maya, wearing a silver sequin evening gown, her cheek dark with a fresh bruise where Julian had struck her hours earlier. She held her seven-year-old daughter tightly against her side, her tear-filled eyes finally filled with unshakeable hope.
Next to Maya stood Police Lieutenant Mrs. Alvarez, raising a smartphone to record Julian while displaying a silver badge.
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"Officers are already outside, Julian. It’s over," Mrs. Alvarez declared sternly.
👉 Read Part 2 to see the cruel abuse Maya endured before her mother returned from her classified assignment.
