The next morning, I knelt down, weeping, and thanked with all my heart the one who had saved my life…
A wedding night was supposed to be the happiest moment in a woman’s life. I sat in front of the mirror, my lipstick still fresh, as the echoes of drums outside slowly faded away. My husband’s family had already retired for the night. The bridal suite was filled with decorations, with yellow lights casting soft glows on the red fabrics.
However, my heart felt heavy, a feeling of unease pressed on my chest.
A soft knock on the door made me freeze. Who could it be at this hour? I approached and opened it a crack. Through the narrow opening, the worried eyes of the elderly maid peered out. In a trembling whisper, she said:
— “If you want to live, change your clothes right now and leave through the back door. Hurry, before it’s too late.”
I stood there rigid, my heart pounding. I hadn’t fully grasped his words when his eyes flashed with an urgent warning: be quiet. It wasn’t a joke. A primal fear gripped me, and I clutched the hem of my wedding dress, trembling.
I could already hear the footsteps of a man, my new husband, approaching the room.
In an instant, I had to decide: stay or run away.
I quickly changed my clothes, hid my wedding dress under the bed, and slipped out the back door quietly. The narrow hallway seemed endless, the cold night air on the back of my neck. The maid pushed open an old wooden door and urged me to move quickly.
I didn’t look back. All I heard was his whisper:
— “Keep going straight ahead, don’t look back. Someone is waiting for you.”
I ran with all my might, my heart about to burst. Under the yellow light of a streetlamp, a motorcycle waited, its engine running. A middle-aged man helped me onto the seat, and together we rode into the night.
I clung to him tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face…
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The roar of the engine mingled with the rapid beating of my heart. I could barely make out the shadows of the trees along the sides of the road, but the feeling that someone was chasing us made me squeeze my eyes shut. The man who had rescued me said nothing, just drove with precision, as if he knew every curve of the road like the back of his hand.
“Who… who are you?” I managed to stammer between sobs. “Why did you help me?”
He glanced at me briefly in the side mirror, and his eyes, serious and determined, barely softened:
—There’s no time for explanations now. Just trust me.
He accelerated even more, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Behind us, in the distance, a pair of bright headlights appeared. I didn’t need to see much to understand: they were following me. It was my husband. My brand-new husband, who should have been the sweetest man in my life, had transformed into something… monstrous.
Fear gripped me. I tried to recall what I had seen in the drawing room before escaping: her eyes, that cold smile when the maid looked at me with that warning… and the barely perceptible murmurs I had overheard as she served tea during the reception. Words like “obedience,” “punishment,” and something about “leaving no witnesses” had echoed in my memory. It all made sense now. I had been nearly caught up in something I couldn’t comprehend.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, trying to control my trembling voice.
“To a safe place. Not much further,” he said firmly, without taking his eyes off the road.
The engine roared as we turned onto a side road, and gradually the headlights that had been pursuing us disappeared into the distance. My breathing grew heavier, but a glimmer of relief began to mingle with my fear. I thought of the maid, whose bravery had saved me, and felt a deep, almost painful, gratitude.
“She saved me,” I whispered. “I have to go back… or at least… tell someone.”
The man nodded, but his eyes reflected concern.
“We can’t go back now. Not yet. He knows more than you think. If we go back, you’ll be found out. But I promise you… there will be justice.”
We drove along a road that seemed endless. The city was behind us, and soon we were deep in a dark forest. Branches rattled against the windshield, and I felt fear creeping back in. Suddenly, he stopped in front of an old cabin hidden among the trees. Without a word, he made me get off the motorcycle.
“Come in, quickly,” he urged me.
The cabin was empty, silent, with an air of abandonment that sent shivers down my spine. Yet there was something safe about it, something that made me feel that, for the first time since this nightmare began, I was… protected.
“Who are you?” I asked again, this time in a firm voice.
He sighed and approached the wooden table, carefully taking out a sealed envelope.
—My name is Armand. And yes, I know who your husband is… and what he planned to do to you.
My heart skipped a beat.
“What do you mean?” I asked, with a lump in my throat.
Armand opened the envelope and showed me photographs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: my husband, on several occasions, with different women, all with expressions of terror, all with marks of something I couldn’t understand. I shuddered, horrified.
“He’s done this before,” Armand said gravely. “He’s not just an abusive husband; he’s a calculating killer. The maid saved you because you were next on his list.”
I felt like the world was crashing down on me. How could someone so close to me be capable of something so monstrous? The memory of his cold smile during the ceremony, the way he had looked at me while everyone else celebrated… it all fit into a blood-curdling pattern.
“So what do we do now?” I asked, in a whisper.
Armand leaned towards me, his eyes intense.
“We have to expose him. But we can’t go to the police yet; he has connections. First, we need to gather evidence. And there’s someone who can help us.”
Before I could ask who it was, we heard a noise outside: the rustling of leaves, as if someone were stalking us. Armand grabbed a flashlight and a small gun and signaled me to stay back. The tension was unbearable. The noise was getting closer. A shadow slipped between the trees, and for a moment, I thought we’d been found.
But it wasn’t him. It was the maid. Soaked by the rain, panting, but with the same determination in her eyes.
“I came ahead to make sure you got here,” she said. “Now you need to listen to me. Your husband isn’t the only one involved. There’s a network, something much bigger than him. And you’re the key to stopping it.”
I felt my legs tremble. A web? What kind of horror was truly involved in what seemed like a simple marriage?
“We can’t stay here much longer,” he continued. “He knows you escaped. He’ll try to find you tonight. And he won’t be alone.”
Terror returned to my chest like a dagger, but also a strange courage. I knew that if I had learned anything tonight, it was that I couldn’t depend on anyone but myself and those who were willing to fight for me.
Armand handed me a small device, almost like a phone, but with a bright red button.
“This will give us access to what we need to expose it,” he said. “But every second counts. You must trust me.”
I nodded, pressing the device to my chest. Adrenaline coursed through me like a raging river. Every shadow seemed like an enemy, every sound an omen of danger, but I couldn’t let fear paralyze me.
Suddenly, we heard a distant roar: an engine, one I recognized instantly. My husband hadn’t given up. He was coming for me, and this time, I wouldn’t be alone. The net was about to collapse.
Armand leaned towards me and whispered:
—Get ready. Tonight you won’t just survive… you’ll change everything forever.
And at that moment, I understood that my life would never be the same. That the frightened young bride was gone. Now, only a woman remained, willing to fight, to confront the darkness that surrounded her, and to make sure that no one else fell victim to her husband and the network he commanded.
The engine drew nearer, the wind carrying the scent of rain and danger. And as the maid and Armand prepared themselves, I knew with certainty that the night hunt had only just begun…
Because this time, I wouldn’t be the prey.
