The Wife Who Rose From Ruin

Amelia Rivers

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I was living the dream, pregnant with our first child. My husband, Ethan, a successful music executive, was my world. Our apartment was a nest of shared hopes, ready for our baby's first check-up. Then, just before the appointment, Ethan blew me off for his "childhood friend," a faded pop star, calling her 'emergency' paramount. Hours later, alone on a grimy city street after a fall, I miscarried. My desperate calls to him went unanswered. I woke up in a hospital bed, our baby gone. A notification confirmed my nightmare: Tiffany, glowing, intimately posed with Ethan, who'd dropped $500k on her song-a song built on my stolen melody. Their affair openly continued. Ethan demeaned me, locked me in dark rooms, even shoving me towards a snarling dog to protect her. He remained oblivious to the miscarriage, dismissing my every hurt as "hormonal drama" or "jealousy." How could the man who swore a lifetime of love destroy me so utterly, protecting his "muse" over his wife, over our lost child? My very being screamed for answers. When he demanded I promote Tiffany's stolen work, something snapped. I left the hospital, delivered the miscarriage report, and vanished. Tiffany won that round, but she ignited a fire. Nashville awaited, and with it, a plan. She had no idea the fury she'd unleashed, or the true power of a lullaby.

Crime Family Modern Betrayal Revenge Feigned love

Chapter 10

01-06 19:37

Introduction

I was living the dream, pregnant with our first child. My husband, Ethan, a successful music executive, was my world. Our apartment was a nest of shared hopes, ready for our baby's first check-up.

Then, just before the appointment, Ethan blew me off for his "childhood friend," a faded pop star, calling her 'emergency' paramount. Hours later, alone on a grimy city street after a fall, I miscarried. My desperate calls to him went unanswered.

I woke up in a hospital bed, our baby gone. A notification confirmed my nightmare: Tiffany, glowing, intimately posed with Ethan, who'd dropped $500k on her song-a song built on my stolen melody. Their affair openly continued. Ethan demeaned me, locked me in dark rooms, even shoving me towards a snarling dog to protect her.

He remained oblivious to the miscarriage, dismissing my every hurt as "hormonal drama" or "jealousy." How could the man who swore a lifetime of love destroy me so utterly, protecting his "muse" over his wife, over our lost child? My very being screamed for answers.

When he demanded I promote Tiffany's stolen work, something snapped. I left the hospital, delivered the miscarriage report, and vanished. Tiffany won that round, but she ignited a fire. Nashville awaited, and with it, a plan. She had no idea the fury she'd unleashed, or the true power of a lullaby.