Chapter 2: The Golden Cage
Sarah stayed in the hospital for three days under armed guard—not for her protection, but because Mark had convinced the police that she was the one suffering from a postpartum psychotic break. Every nurse, every doctor, was under his payroll or intimidated by his family’s influence in the city.
Mark visited often, playing the role of the grieving, betrayed husband to perfection. "The doctors say you’re confused, Sarah," he’d say, holding her hand while his eyes scanned the room for cameras. "Just sign these papers. We’ll get you the best mental health facility in the country. It’s for your own good."
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He wasn't trying to heal her. He was trying to erase her.
Sarah realized with a jolt of ice that this wasn't about infidelity. Brenda’s accusation was a smokescreen. The "DNA proof" was a forgery. They needed her incapacitated to access the digital keys to the startup she had founded—the company that had just been valued at three hundred million dollars, which was currently under a joint-ownership clause she had signed in a moment of naive love. If she was declared incompetent, the trust reverted entirely to Mark.
