The Bonus Question
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For five years, Reese was dead certain I couldn't survive without him. That arrogance was why he dared to strap me to a polygraph chair on my birthday. Why he looked me dead in the eye and said he regretted marrying me. Why he transferred the tickets for my birthday getaway to his first love, letting her lounge in my pajamas, sleep in my bed, and flaunt the heirloom my mother left me before she died.
As the electric shocks sent my body into violent spasms, he didn't even flinch. "It's a safe voltage," he dismissed.
When I choked out the word divorce, he didn't so much as turn his head. "You'd never leave me."
But there was one thing he didn't know. When I went back to the escape room to grab my forgotten purse, the owner showed me something—an audio recording from the control room, captured right before our game began.
In it, Reese casually admitted that the only reason he married me was because I looked like her.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just signed the divorce papers, pinned them to the table beneath my positive ultrasound report, and dialed 911.
As the electric shocks sent my body into violent spasms, he didn't even flinch. "It's a safe voltage," he dismissed.
When I choked out the word divorce, he didn't so much as turn his head. "You'd never leave me."
But there was one thing he didn't know. When I went back to the escape room to grab my forgotten purse, the owner showed me something—an audio recording from the control room, captured right before our game began.
In it, Reese casually admitted that the only reason he married me was because I looked like her.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just signed the divorce papers, pinned them to the table beneath my positive ultrasound report, and dialed 911.


















































