Chapter 18 - The Cup of WaterThousands of miles away, Vanessa sat inside a concrete cell.
No mansion.
No designer clothes.
No expensive parties.
No Victor.
No power.
A guard slid a plastic cup of water through the opening in the door.
Vanessa stared at it.
Her hands began to shake.
Memories returned.
Martha on the floor.
The bucket.
The threats.
The words Vanessa had once spoken with such confidence.
Now there was no one left to hear her scream.
She picked up the cup.
And for the first time in years, Vanessa saw herself clearly.
Not as a victim.
Not as a betrayed wife.
But as the architect of her own destruction.
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She lowered her head.
And the silence of the cell swallowed her.
