I Sold His Perfect Murder Scene

Summary

I spent four million dollars on the house that was supposed to be our fresh start—a fully automated, state-of-the-art smart home. On my very first night there, my boyfriend remotely locked all the doors and windows from his phone and turned on the gas fireplace and stove.

I woke up to the frantic sound of neighbors throwing themselves against the front door. By the time they dragged me out, I was barely conscious. At the hospital, the emergency room doctor told me that if I had been in there even five minutes longer, I would have ended up brain-dead.