(Sarah POV)Freedom tasted like blood and adrenaline.

I touched my swollen belly as I sat in the dingy motel room on the outskirts of the city, scrolling through photos of Lily Morrison on my burner phone. No, not Morrison anymore. She'd probably go back to her maiden name once the divorce was finalized. Once she testified against Alex and destroyed everything we'd built.

My hand clenched around the phone. That ungrateful little bitch. After everything I'd done for her, playing the devoted best ...