On our wedding night, I was too exhausted to celebrate, and Scott reluctantly agreed to just talk instead. Later that night, I woke to find him holding a baby—Ella—whom he claimed was his orphaned niece. He admitted he’d hidden her existence, fearing I might leave.
We moved into Scott’s estate with Ella, but his secrecy troubled me. As I pushed for answers about his estranged stepsister Maya, Ella’s mother, I uncovered a photo suggesting he hadn’t been truthful. Eventually, Scott confessed: Ella was not his niece but his daughter, a secret he’d concealed out of fear I wouldn’t accept her.
My trust in him crumbled, and the situation grew stranger when a woman warned me to “run for your life,” hinting at darker secrets. Soon after, I learned Scott had a former wife and ties to a cult. While struggling with this—and my own pregnancy—Scott was arrested for assault.
In the end, I realized it was all part of a short film Scott and I were making. What began as betrayal and chaos ultimately became a story of love, lies, and creativity.
