Anna suspected that her husband was putting sleeping pills in her tea. That evening, she poured it out while he stepped away and pretended to fall asleep. But what happened next left her dumbfounded…

Follow these steps and try to stay composed. You’re doing the right thing. Leaving his office, Anna felt a spark of empowerment ignite within her.

She’d frozen her accounts, updated passwords, and reported the fraud, each action a brick in the wall she was building to protect herself. That evening, at Clara’s cozy apartment in Prenzlauer Berg, with its mismatched furniture and shelves overflowing with books, Anna finally felt a sliver of safety. As she unpacked her belongings, her phone rang.

It was Hans. She stared at the screen, her pulse racing before answering. Hello? Anna, why are you ignoring me? Hans’s voice was frantic, edged with a desperation she’d never heard before.

I’ve been calling all day. What do you want? She asked, her tone icy, her fingers gripping the phone tightly. What’s going on? He demanded, his voice rising.

You’re acting strange, where are you? I know everything, Hans, Anna said, her voice cutting like steel through the line. Your lies, your plans, I’ve seen it all. I know everything, Hans, Anna said, her voice cutting like steel through the line.

Your lies, your plans, I’ve seen it all. Silence stretched across the line, heavy and oppressive. Then, in a trembling whisper, he said, what are you talking about? Anna, please.

Don’t play innocent, Anna snapped, her anger flaring like a wildfire. I know about your affair, the loan you tried to take out in my name, the documents you stole, I know you’ve been drugging me. Drugging you? Hans’s voice cracked, his panic palpable.

Anna, I’d never hurt you, I love you. Love? Anna’s laugh was bitter, laced with pain and betrayal. You call this love? You’ve been poisoning me, stealing from me, planning to ruin me.

I’m filing for divorce, Hans, and I’ll make sure you pay for what you’ve done. She ended the call, her hands shaking, but her resolve unshaken, a fire kindling within her. Later that evening, Friedrich emailed her a bombshell, intercepted messages between Hans and Lina, a colleague from his firm.

The correspondence was brazen, a chilling window into Hans’s duplicity. He detailed his scheme to drain Anna’s savings, secure a fraudulent loan, and flee with Lina to a new life in Spain. He mocked Anna as clueless, a pawn in his game, while Lina demanded lavish rewards, a sleek sports car, a penthouse in Madrid’s heart.

Hans assured her, soon, darling, we’ll have it all. Anna’s practically ours. The words seared Anna’s heart, betrayal and humiliation warring within her.

She read the messages again and again, each one a fresh wound, until Clara gently pried the phone from her hands. You’re stronger than this, Clara whispered, pulling Anna into a tight embrace. You’ll rise above this, you already are…