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They didn’t even realize how Julian had manipulated their thoughts.
Everyone only saw the surface–the dramatic cries, the frantic searches–but never the reality beneath. They didn’t see the truth of his indifference.
If I had truly been kidnapped, with Julian’s immense influence, I would have been dead by now. The kidnappers, knowing they had no way out, would have likely decided that a knife to the throat was a more permanent solution.
I shouldn’t have died, but because of his so- called love, I became a lost soul sooner than I ever expected.
Julian never even considered this
possibility. Or perhaps… he simply didn’t
care.
The fact that it took him three whole days to realize I was gone was telling. Did
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anyone notice that he was absent for those three days?
But I didn’t want to dig any deeper into it.
Instead, I watched quietly as he continued with his one–man show, directing and acting in isolation. His words to the camera made me feel disgusted.
In the video, he choked on his sobs, saying he didn’t want anything anymore. He just wanted me to come home, safe. He
promised he would give up all his wealth for me.
He begged the so–called kidnappers to contact him as soon as possible, swearing he wouldn’t call the police and would meet any demands, any ransom.
His only plea was for my safety.
He made it sound like he put me first, that he loved me more than anything.
But as I watched this video, miles away
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across the Atlantic, all I felt was sickness rising in my throat, a wave of
uncontrollable nausea.
I couldn’t stand his manipulation. I refused to let him deceive me again.
My body itself was sending out warnings- dangerous signals that I could no longer ignore.
The next day, I used a small portion of my savings to find a reputable local micro- surgery clinic. After discussing my concerns with the doctor, I opted for a procedure using hyaluronic acid to enhance my eyebrow bones and apple muscles. The changes were subtle, just enough to shift my appearance slightly, making my features more defined.
I had one goal: to make sure Julian never found me.
Even if the process was painful, I didn‘ t hesitate.
But just three days after the surgery,
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everything took an unexpected turn.
The “Search for Mrs. Foster” story took a shocking twist. An anonymous nurse posted online, claiming she had seen me in the hospital, identifying me as Mrs. Foster, and revealing that I had undergone an abortion. She even shared my abortion slip.
The internet exploded.
I instantly recalled the incident. A young nurse had indeed recognized me and asked if I was Mrs. Foster. Fearing any complications, I quickly denied it.
When Julian heard the news, he wasted no time. He arranged a meeting with the nurse, verified the surgery date with her, and obtained the hospital‘ s surveillance footage of my visit that day.
In her desperation for attention, the nurse had even secretly live–streamed the entire incident.
Curious, I logged on to watch, blending in
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with the thousands of netizens who were captivated by Julian’s increasingly desperate performance.
Seeing the footage, Julian‘ s realization hit him like a thunderclap. The date matched a major event for him–a charity banquet, a media announcement about our
pregnancy, and my sudden disappearance midway.
But now, the evidence suggested that I had gone for an abortion?
He couldn’t believe it. His voice cracked as he shouted, “Impossible! How could Audrey have an abortion?!”
“That’s the child we fought for, for eight years! How could she give up on it for no reason?”
The nurse, who had been part of the broadcast, was also caught off guard. She spoke up nervously, “It‘ s strange, but I can’t deny what I saw. The video and the evidence are clear. It was indeed Mrs.
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Foster. And she seemed… so downcast. Her eyes were swollen, like she’d been crying. I don’t know if something happened to her–something sad–but… she didn‘ t seem like herself.”
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