On our wedding night, exhausted, I sought conversation instead of celebration, sensing Scott’s disappointment. That night, the bed shook, revealing Scott with a baby, Ella, whom he claimed was his orphaned niece. Shocked, I learned he hid Ella, fearing I’d leave him. We moved to his estate, but his secrecy about Ella’s mother, Maya,
raised doubts. A photo of Scott with a pregnant woman contradicted his story, and he confessed Ella was his daughter, shattering my trust. Struggling with this, I considered adoption. A mysterious woman warned me to “run” from Scott, hinting at darker secrets. Weeks later, I uncovered his past—a former wife and cult ties—while
discovering my pregnancy, feeling trapped in lies. Scott’s arrest for assault followed, but as I rebuilt with Ella, I realized the chaos was part of a short film we were creating. What seemed like betrayal was a scripted tale of love and deception, blending reality and fiction.
