Chapter 5 - The System of FearSavannah sat at the opposite end of the bed, her hands resting on her bump.
"Because the one time I tried to mention her temper to you during our first year of marriage, do you remember what you said?" she asked softly.
The memory hit me like a physical blow.
It was during our first Thanksgiving with my mother living in our house. Savannah had gently suggested that maybe my mother needed her own place nearby because she was being overly critical of how we managed our home.
I had laughed it off. I had told Savannah: "Oh, come on, babe. She’s just old-fashioned. She sacrificed everything to raise me alone after my dad died. She just wants to be useful. Give her a break."
I had dismissed her. I had invalidated her feelings and handed my mother the green light to escalate her abuse.
"She knew how to play you, Christopher," Savannah said, her voice calm, distant, and heartbreakingly logical. "Whenever you were home, she was the loving, sweet mother who baked cookies and cleaned the living room. The second you walked out that door, she made sure I knew my place."
She pointed a finger at the laptop screen.
"She told me that if I ever tried to come between her and her son, she would destroy my reputation, fake an injury, and accuse me of elder abuse. She knew I had no family left after my father passed. She knew I was isolated."
"And the pregnancy?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"When I got pregnant, she got worse," Savannah murmured, looking down at her lap. "She was terrified that the baby would take away whatever attention she still had from you. She started controlling what I ate, when I rested, and who I talked to. Today... today I refused to drink an herbal tea she brewed because I wasn't sure if it was safe for the baby. That's when she snapped."
I covered my face with both hands, sobbing silently in the quiet bedroom. The realization that I had left the woman I loved in a domestic nightmare for three full years—under my own roof, paid for with her own money—was a burden of guilt so heavy I felt crushed beneath it.
"I called my lawyer an hour before you came home," Savannah added quietly.
I lifted my head, looking at her through blurred vision.
"Your lawyer?"
"Yes," Savannah said, her eyes turning cold and sharp. "I wasn't just taking notes to keep a diary, Christopher. I was building a legal case. The restraining order papers are being filed tomorrow morning. And if you attempt to bring her back into this house, or defend her in any way... my lawyer has instructions to file for immediate divorce and full custody."
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, stood up, and walked over to her. I knelt on the floor beside her knee, looking straight into her eyes.
"She is never stepping foot in this building again," I said, my voice resolute and clear. "And tomorrow morning, we are taking this entire file to the police department."
Savannah stared at me for a long time, searching my face for any sign of hesitation.
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She didn't find any.
Here are Chapters 6 through 10, driving the story forward into the official police investigation, Bernice’s malicious retaliation, and the shocking unravelling of her hidden past.
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