Bikers Made My Abusive Ex-Husband Disappear And I Still Don’t Know Where He Is

Bikers made my abusive ex-husband disappear and I still don’t know where he is. It’s been five years. No body. No police report. No funeral. He’s just gone.

And I’ve never slept better in my life.

My name is Sarah. I’m forty-two years old. And for eleven years, I was married to a monster who wore a nice suit and smiled at the neighbors.

Kevin was charming when we met. Everyone loved him. My parents loved him. My friends loved him. He was handsome, successful, said all the right things. I thought I’d won the lottery.

The first time he hit me was three months after our wedding. I’d overcooked the pasta. He backhanded me so hard I saw stars. Then he cried and apologized and swore it would never happen again.

It happened again. And again. And again.

I became an expert at hiding bruises. Makeup for the face. Long sleeves for the arms. Excuses for everything else. I fell down the stairs. I walked into a door. I’m just clumsy.

Nobody questioned it. Or if they did, they didn’t ask twice.

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