Chapter 7

So what did she do? Ordered a custom doll that was basically David 2.0.

Oh, and she slid a chunk of his seventh rib inside it—because nothing said "soulmate" like carrying a piece of someone's skeleton in your plushie.

And no, she wasn't just fake-dating it.

The third batch of videos came from our home security.

Since the day that thing showed up, I was banished to the study.

Every night, she'd strip down and curl up with it, getting herself off.

Even her own family couldn't watch without cringing.

Then the internet caught fire.

[She's unhinged. Drove her ex into the ground, now she's wrecking her husband.]

[Cool, now stuffed toys are ruined for me forever.]

[Wow. Guess cheating's a flex now?]

By then, she was radioactive—no one was on her side.

Yara wouldn't let go of the doll.

To prove the video was legit, the court made her hand it over and had it taken apart.

Natalie tried to block them, but nope—security was already cutting it open.

Out came a tiny piece of bone.

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