Chapter 09: The Horrifying Truth
[Marco POV]
The video shifts, and suddenly I'm not watching our wedding anymore. I'm watching myself.
But this version of me is a monster.
The screen shows me dragging Seraphina across our bedroom floor by her hair, her screams echoing through the speakers. I watch myself slam her against the wall, my face twisted with rage as I scream about her "disrespect."
My stomach lurches. I remember that night. I told myself she deserved it. That I was teaching her a lesson.
The video cuts to another scene. Me forcing Seraphina to kneel on broken glass while I berate her for burning dinner. Blood seeps through her dress as she apologizes over and over, tears streaming down her face.
"Turn it off," I whisper, but my finger won't move to the mouse.
Another cut. This time I'm holding a gun to her mother's head while the old woman begs for mercy. Seraphina is on her knees beside the hospital bed, pleading with me to spare her mother's life.