My Ex Hid Beneath My Bed. I Buried Him There

After our divorce, Ethan slipped into my apartment and hid inside the base of my bed.

He came out whenever I slept or left for work.

When I refused to take him back, he wrapped his hands around my throat and killed me.

Then he stuffed my body in a freezer, emptied my accounts, and blamed everything on me.

I opened my eyes again three days before my murder.

I didn't call the police. I didn't run.

I moved out before sunrise, hired a crew to take my bed apart, and made sure the whole city watched when they found him inside.

He thought I was his victim.

This time, I was his trap.