Once my husband finished making dinner, my son and I went downstairs. I acted as if…

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That night is one of those that never fade away from your memory. As my son Eli and I ran through the darkness, terrified and confused, the only thing that crossed my mind over and over again was why would Jared do this?

Jared, the man I once trusted with my life, the father of my child, suddenly turned into a person I no longer recognized.

I held my son close, assuring him that everything would be just fine, although I didn’t believe those words myself. When we reached Mrs. Leverne’s house, I felt relived. I knocked on her door while trembling, hoping she was home. And at one moment, I noticed her pale face sneaking from behind the curtain. Just as me, she was shocked and confused to see us at her doorstep.

“Claire? Eli? What’s happened?” she asked.

“Please—call the police,” I begged. “Jared’s trying to hurt us.”

She didn’t hesitate, and within minutes, sirens pierced the silence, and the sight of the police lights felt like I have finally found my safety.

I told them everything, that Jared tried to poison us, the threats he was making all along, and how fearful I was to contact them sooner. However, although they promised to protect me and Eli, I was still scared and fearing for our lives.

It didn’t take long before the dark truth came to light. My husband was drowning in debt and tried to hide it from everyone. The worst thing of all was that he had taken out life insurance policies on both Eli and me. The realization that he’d planned to kill us for money shattered something deep inside me. The man I had loved had seen our lives as a way out.

What followed was a rough period of sleepless night, police questioning, and fear that was still present. Luckily, both my son and I went to therapy that eventually helped us heal.

Eventually, we moved places and tried to start our lives over, as much as something like that was possible after learning that my own husband wanted me and our son dead just to clear his debts.

Jared ended up where he deserved, in jail. I prayed he gets a high sentence and never leave that place.

As for Eli and I, I don’t want anyone to think of us as victims, because we are not. He and I are survivors who were able to put their past behind.

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Monica Pop
Monica Pop
Monica Pop is a senior writer for Bored Daddy magazine covering the latest trending and popular articles across the United States and around the world.

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