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My Fiancé Faked His Kidnapping to Break Me
My Fiancé Faked His Kidnapping to Break Me

My Fiancé Faked His Kidnapping to Break Me

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The video starts playing at 11:47 PM, and I know immediately that my life has just shattered into a thousand pieces. Anthony's face fills my phone screen—bruised, swollen, blood crusting at the corner of his mouth. He's tied to a metal chair in what looks like an abandoned warehouse, the kind of place where light goes to die. His eyes are wild, darting around like a trapped animal's. Behind him, shadows move. "Harlow." His voice cracks. "Harlow, please—" The video cuts. A new voice replaces his, digitally distorted into something mechanical and inhuman. "Listen carefully, Harlow Kennedy. Your fiancé's life depends on your obedience." My hands shake so violently I nearly drop the phone.

Chapter 1 of My Fiancé Faked His Kidnapping to Break Me

The video starts playing at 11:47 PM, and I know immediately that my life has just shattered into a thousand pieces.

Anthony's face fills my phone screen—bruised, swollen, blood crusting at the corner of his mouth. He's tied to a metal chair in what looks like an abandoned warehouse, the kind of place where light goes to die. His eyes are wild, darting around like a trapped animal's. Behind him, shadows move.

"Harlow." His voice cracks. "Harlow, please—"

The video cuts. A new voice replaces his, digitally distorted into something mechanical and inhuman. "Listen carefully, Harlow Kennedy. Your fiancé's life depends on your obedience."

My hands shake so violently I nearly drop the phone. The apartment around me—our modest two-bedroom in Brooklyn that Anthony always complained wasn't good enough—suddenly feels too small, the walls pressing in.

"You will complete one thousand tasks. Each one will be sent to you. Complete them exactly as instructed, or Anthony Wagner dies." The voice pauses, and I hear Anthony whimper in the background. "Do not contact the police. Do not contact your family. We are watching. Always watching."

The screen goes black.

I can't breathe. Can't think. My fingers find the small locket at my throat—Mom's locket, the one with her photo inside—and I grip it so hard the metal edge cuts into my palm. What would she tell me to do? But Mom's been gone for eight years, and I'm alone with this nightmare.

My phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number.

"Task 1 of 1000: Tomorrow, 9 AM. Café Luminoso, corner of 5th and Madison. Order a large hot coffee. Pour it over your head. Say loudly, 'I am worthless.' Proof required."

I read it three times. Four. The words don't change.

But Anthony's face—bruised, bleeding, terrified—burns behind my eyelids every time I blink.

I type back with trembling fingers: "I'll do it. Please don't hurt him."

The response is immediate: "Good girl."

---

Café Luminoso is packed when I arrive at 8:55 AM. Manhattan's morning rush—suits and briefcases, designer handbags and clicking heels. Everyone moving with purpose, with places to be, lives that make sense.

I stand in line. The woman in front of me smells like expensive perfume. The man behind me is shouting into his phone about quarterly projections. Normal people doing normal things.

I am about to pour scalding coffee over my own head.

"Large coffee, please." My voice sounds distant, like it belongs to someone else.

The barista—a kid with a nose ring and kind eyes—hands me the cup. "Careful, it's hot."

If only he knew.

I find a spot near the window where everyone can see. My phone buzzes: "We're recording. Begin."

The cup feels like it weighs a hundred pounds. Steam rises from the small opening in the lid, carrying the bitter scent of dark roast. I think about Anthony tied to that chair. I think about the blood on his face. I think about ten years together—ten years of loving him, forgiving him, believing him when he said he'd change.

I remove the lid.

The first drops hit my scalp and I gasp. It's not just hot—it's agonizing. But I keep pouring, tilting the cup until coffee streams down my face, my neck, soaking into my sweater. The pain is sharp and immediate, but worse is the silence that falls over the café.

Everyone is staring.

"I am worthless." The words scrape out of my throat, barely audible.

"Louder," my phone buzzes.

"I am worthless!" I shout it this time, and the café erupts in whispers. Someone laughs. A woman pulls out her phone to record. The barista with the kind eyes looks horrified.

I stand there, dripping, burning, while strangers watch me like I'm a circus act.

My phone buzzes: "Task 1 complete. Well done. Task 2 arriving shortly."

---

The dares come faster after that. Task 2: eat a half-eaten sandwich from a trash can in Washington Square Park while tourists watch. Task 3: stand in the freezing rain outside Grand Central for three hours without a coat, shivering until my lips turn blue.

By day four, I've stopped counting the stares. Stopped caring about the photos strangers take. My fingers find Mom's locket between each task, and I whisper apologies to her memory. I'm sorry I'm not stronger. I'm sorry I'm doing this. I'm sorry I can't be the daughter you wanted.

But Anthony needs me.

And I will do anything—anything—to bring him home.

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