Chapter 4 - Playing the Victim

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Before Margaret could attack her husband, the distant sound of wailing sirens echoed through the neighborhood.

In an instant, Margaret’s demeanor shifted. It was a transformation so fast and calculated that it made my blood run cold. The rage vanished from her eyes, replaced by wide, terrified tears. Her posture collapsed, her shoulders slumping as she slumped against the kitchen counter, looking like a frail, heartbroken old woman who had just witnessed a tragedy.

By the time two paramedics and two uniform police officers burst through the front door, Margaret was practically weeping into a dish towel.

"Thank God you're here!" Margaret sobbed softly. "She fell... my poor daughter-in-law had a terrible fall!"

Daniel shot up from the floor, his eyes blazing. "No! She didn't fall!"

The lead paramedic knelt beside me, immediately checking my pulse and assessing the heavy bleeding, while an officer stepped toward the family. "Sir, what happened here?"

"My mother kicked her," Daniel said, pointing a finger directly at Margaret. "She kicked my pregnant wife in the stomach."

Margaret gasped, clutching her chest. "Daniel, how could you say such a horrifying lie?!"

The officer looked at Daniel, then at Margaret, clearly uncertain. But before Margaret could spin another lie, Robert stepped forward, standing side by side with his son.

"He's telling the truth," Robert said, his voice steady despite his trembling frame. "I saw it with my own eyes. My wife assaulted Emily."

Margaret’s jaw dropped. She looked at her husband, then at her son. For the first time in her life, the illusion of control broke. Something far colder than anger flashed across her face—pure, venomous betrayal.

"We need to transport her right now!" the paramedic called out, pulling a stretcher into the room.

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As they lifted me onto the gurney, a sharp wave of agony ripped through my core, and I let out a ragged scream. Daniel grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly as they wheeled me toward the front door.

"I'm right here, Em," he whispered frantically. "I'm right with you."