The Contract Wife's Reckoning

The Contract Wife's Reckoning

Elroy Notman

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My marriage was a transaction, a cold business deal. For four years, I, CEO Ava Sterling, barely tolerated Liam Hayes, the man I married for convenience. I thought I was finally free when the divorce papers arrived, signed by him, a strange relief washing over me. But then, a familiar face stormed into my penthouse, her eyes burning with grief and hatred, the words striking me like a physical blow: "He' s dead, Ava!" "Liam jumped!" "From his balcony! It' s your fault!" The man I' d just discarded, the one I told I'd feel more for a stray dog, was gone, and his friend, Chloe, accused me, his "widow," of killing him with my indifference. The city morgue confirmed it: a suicide. My newfound "freedom" felt tainted, replaced by a bizarre possessiveness when I cradled his ashes, even forbidding his burial. I wasn' t grieving, how could I for someone I'd wished gone, yet I couldn't let go. Was I losing my mind, clinging to traces of a man I supposedly hated? Then, the final rupture: Liam's urn shattered, his ashes maliciously scattered by Ethan Vance, the man I had mistakenly perceived as a sympathetic friend, turning my detachment into a chilling rage. It wasn't just my husband and his last remnant gone; it was an act of pure evil, screaming of deeper manipulation. Now, fueled by this cold fury, I will uncover the truth behind Liam' s death and Ethan's twisted role, making him pay for everything. This is no longer about grief; it is about justice.

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My marriage was a transaction, a cold business deal.

For four years, I, CEO Ava Sterling, barely tolerated Liam Hayes, the man I married for convenience.

I thought I was finally free when the divorce papers arrived, signed by him, a strange relief washing over me.

But then, a familiar face stormed into my penthouse, her eyes burning with grief and hatred, the words striking me like a physical blow: "He' s dead, Ava!"

"Liam jumped!"

"From his balcony! It' s your fault!"

The man I' d just discarded, the one I told I'd feel more for a stray dog, was gone, and his friend, Chloe, accused me, his "widow," of killing him with my indifference.

The city morgue confirmed it: a suicide.

My newfound "freedom" felt tainted, replaced by a bizarre possessiveness when I cradled his ashes, even forbidding his burial.

I wasn' t grieving, how could I for someone I'd wished gone, yet I couldn't let go.

Was I losing my mind, clinging to traces of a man I supposedly hated?

Then, the final rupture: Liam's urn shattered, his ashes maliciously scattered by Ethan Vance, the man I had mistakenly perceived as a sympathetic friend, turning my detachment into a chilling rage.

It wasn't just my husband and his last remnant gone; it was an act of pure evil, screaming of deeper manipulation.

Now, fueled by this cold fury, I will uncover the truth behind Liam' s death and Ethan's twisted role, making him pay for everything.

This is no longer about grief; it is about justice.

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