In my previous blog post, I discussed the novel I am writing, which is set in a world where the United States has been embroiled in a perpetual war with China. Since that time, I have released two more chapters of the novel and I wanted to update you all on what’s happened since then. In Chapter 4, Central Intelligence Agency operative John Clark finally tracks down his missing wife and son and brings them back to the US. The family is immediately placed into protective custody, but it’s not long before they are forced to flee again when President Ross orders a full-scale assault on Beijing. Chapter 5 picks up shortly after the assault as John and his team race against the clock to save as many Chinese civilians as possible before they are executed by Ross’s forces. Stay tuned for updates as they come in, and if you’re looking for a gripping read that takes place in a world where America is constantly at war with China, be sure to check out my novel!
I was married to a man who was very abusive
I was married to a man who was very abusive. He would hit me, call me names, and use his fists to discipline me. I never expected it to get this bad, but it did. One night, he even dragged me by the hair out of our home and into the street, yelling at me that I was nothing more than a worthless piece of trash. It was then that I decided enough was enough; I needed to get away from him.
I went to my best friend’s house and told her what was going on. She helped me pack my things and got me ready to leave. The next day, we took off in search of a new life. It wasn’t easy – we were penniless and had no family close by – but we made it work.
Nowadays, I’m happy living on my own with my son. My husband never saw him again after he left us; he probably thinks he’s dead by now… But as long as I have my son, everything is okay in my book!
I had two children with my husband
I stole the child of my war-mad husband – novel updates
Ever since I left my husband and took our children, he’s been a changed man. He won’t let me see them or even talk to them on the phone, but I still write to them every day. I hope they can forgive me one day.
I left my husband and took my children with me
I left my husband and took my children with me. I had to if I wanted them to survive. It wasn’t easy, but it was the only thing that made sense at the time. My husband was always going to be a threat to our safety, so I had no choice but to run.
My ex-husband tracked me down eventually, but it was too late. I had already taken my kids and fled to a place where they would be safe. Unfortunately, he found us and came after us with vengeance in his eyes. …
Now we live in fear every day because my ex-husband is still out there looking for us. We’ve managed to stay hidden for years, but we’re running out of options. We need help; someone who can protect us from our abuser…
I have been living in hiding ever since
It has been two years since I stole the child of my war-mad husband. I have been living in hiding ever since. The circumstances that led me to do what I did are too complicated and horrific to recount here, but suffice it to say that if it weren’t for the child, I would have gladly done away with myself long ago.
I’ve been on the run from my husband’s family and the police for months, constantly evading capture. But even though they haven’t found me yet, I know they’re looking for me. They will find me eventually; there is no way around it. And when they do, there is no way to protect the child from getting caught in the crossfire between my husband’s family and the law.
The longer I stay hidden, the greater chance there is that something will happen to either of them – and that prospect terrifies me more than anything else.
I am coming out of hiding to tell my story
I’m coming out of hiding to tell my story. A year ago, I stole the child of my war-mad husband. I was a victim of domestic violence and had nowhere else to go. I was in an abusive relationship for years and didn’t know how to get out. When my husband found out I had taken the child, he came after me with a knife. I managed to run away and get help. Now that the child is safe, I want to share my story so others can learn from it and avoid being in the same situation as me.
My children are now adults and are doing well
When I married my husband, I knew he had a dark past. He was a fighter in the war and had seen and done things that no one should have to. But what I didn’t know was that he had stolen a child during his time in the army.
My husband never told me about this until after we were married. One day, while we were lying in bed together, he started to talk about it. He said that when he was fighting in the war, he ran into a group of fighters who were also after him. One of the men grabbed him and tried to take away his weapon. In the struggle, the man took my husband’s gun and shot another fighter who got in their way. My husband said that all he could think about was getting his daughter back – even if it meant killing whoever held her captive.
So, instead of handing her over as demanded, my husband fought his way free and took her with him. He thought that she would be safer with him than with those men who wanted to do her harm. Now she’s an adult and lives out of state with our family – but she visits us often, and we still love her very much…even though we’ve never met her face-to-face!
I want to share my story to help others who may be in a similar situation as me
I have been married to my husband for five years. We were married after he had finished serving in the military. He came back a different man. He was angry, resentful, and full of hatred. I didn’t understand it at the time, but now I know that he was still in pain from his deployment overseas.
Shortly after we got married, my husband started to change. He became distant and uninterested in anything outside of work and home. He would come home angry and would demand that I do all the cooking, cleaning, and child-rearing. I was housebound most of the time while he was at work and all I wanted to do was go outside and be with people. But instead, I was trapped inside by my husband’s anger and resentment.
One day, my husband came home early from work and found that our child was not in his crib as usual. My heart stopped when I realized that he must have taken her away because he was so angry with me. I knew then that something had to be done because if this situation continued, our daughter would end up being raised by someone who hated her very much.
I took action by going to the police department and filing a report against my husband for kidnapping our daughter. The police officers were able to trace our daughter’s whereabouts through her school records which showed that she had been transferred to a new school because her old school did not want her around my husband anymore. The police
i stole the child of my war-mad husband – chapter 50
As the days passed, I realized that I had to get out of there. My son was with his father and I didn’t want him to see me like this. It was late at night when I finally made up my mind and snuck out of the house. The only thing I could think of was to go to my mother’s house.
I arrived there without anyone noticing, but as soon as my mother saw me she knew something was wrong. She called the police who took me into custody. When they asked where my husband was, I couldn’t tell them anything because I didn’t know. The authorities then took me to a psychiatric hospital where they diagnosed me with paranoid schizophrenia and gave me a few medications to take care of it.
A few weeks later, my son came to visit me at the hospital. He looked so sad and scared; it broke my heart to see him like that. But he told me that his father loved him very much and that he would always be there for him no matter what happened between us.
I’m currently living in a halfway house where I’m receiving treatment for my mental illness. And although things are still tough, knowing that my son is safe and happy makes everything worth it.
i stole the child of my war-mad husband chapter 23
As the days dragged on, I grew more and more anxious. I could only imagine what my husband was doing to that child. I knew he would kill her if he found out she was missing.
I had to get that child away from him before it was too late. I hatched a plan and waited for the perfect moment to act.
One night, after my husband had fallen asleep, I snuck into his room and took the child with me. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I knew it was for the best.
Now, years later, the little girl is a grown woman and has a beautiful family of her own. I’m grateful that she’s safe and happy, and that I was able to save her from a life of misery under my husband’s tyranny.