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My husband, Jose Trevino, storms into my company lobby, his secretary, Alivia Mooney, trailing behind like a shadow. He claims I have embarrassed him. In front of the entire staff, he orders the security guard to slap me four times. Alivia watches with a thin veil of satisfaction before looping her arm through his. They walk away without looking back. Later, a notification pings on my phone. He has wired me 400 grand. The text follows: [One hundred grand per slap. Stop making a scene.] I don't make a scene. The next day, when Jose comes to my office to check on me, my desk is empty. An HR representative speaks with practiced indifference, "Ms. Hayes just started a twelve-day leave for her honeymoon." Jose dials my number. It goes straight to voicemail. He tries again. Silence follows because the phone is dead. On the third attempt, a mechanical voice delivers the verdict, "The number you have dialed is no longer in service." He stands frozen in the middle of the office, the color draining from his face.