The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Revenge

The Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Revenge

Yi Ye

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Eighteen years. That's how long I'd waited, meticulously planning for this very day, this graduation party for "Alex Miller." Everyone believed he was my charming brother-in-law, but he was my biological son, Ethan. My deepest devotion, all my secret resources, had gone to him. Suddenly, a storm erupted. Patricia's son, the one she'd swapped into my arms eighteen years ago, stomped to the center, phone broadcasting live. He pointed at me, screaming, "This woman, Sarah Jenkins, my mother, is a monster! She treats me like dirt while lavishing attention on him! She's obsessed with her brother-in-law!" He displayed incriminating photos and edited videos, portraying me as unnatural and sick. The air crackled with venom. The crowd gasped, their murmurs growing into open condemnation. "Disgusting!" "Sicko!" My husband, Mark, his face a mask of shame and fury, believed the lies, hissing, "We're done! I want a divorce!" He looked at me with utter contempt. My son, the true Ethan, rushed to my side, desperately trying to defend me, but his words were drowned in the tide of accusations. They believed they had cornered me, stripped me of everything, dragging my name through the mud for perceived perversions. They thought I was broken, a delusional woman caught in her twisted obsession. The injustice was palpable, the public outcry deafening. But they had no idea. How could a woman endure such public humiliation, such vile accusations, yet remain perfectly, chillingly calm? Then, the estate lawyer for the $500,000 trust arrived, ready to release the funds to "Ethan Miller." Patricia and her son beamed, confident in their victory. My moment had come. I met the lawyer's gaze, my voice steady amidst the chaos. "No," I said, the single word silencing the crowd. "I will not consent for him to receive that money. Because he is not my biological son." The true show was about to begin.

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Eighteen years.

That's how long I'd waited, meticulously planning for this very day, this graduation party for "Alex Miller."

Everyone believed he was my charming brother-in-law, but he was my biological son, Ethan.

My deepest devotion, all my secret resources, had gone to him.

Suddenly, a storm erupted.

Patricia's son, the one she'd swapped into my arms eighteen years ago, stomped to the center, phone broadcasting live.

He pointed at me, screaming, "This woman, Sarah Jenkins, my mother, is a monster! She treats me like dirt while lavishing attention on him! She's obsessed with her brother-in-law!"

He displayed incriminating photos and edited videos, portraying me as unnatural and sick.

The air crackled with venom.

The crowd gasped, their murmurs growing into open condemnation.

"Disgusting!"

"Sicko!"

My husband, Mark, his face a mask of shame and fury, believed the lies, hissing, "We're done! I want a divorce!"

He looked at me with utter contempt.

My son, the true Ethan, rushed to my side, desperately trying to defend me, but his words were drowned in the tide of accusations.

They believed they had cornered me, stripped me of everything, dragging my name through the mud for perceived perversions.

They thought I was broken, a delusional woman caught in her twisted obsession.

The injustice was palpable, the public outcry deafening.

But they had no idea.

How could a woman endure such public humiliation, such vile accusations, yet remain perfectly, chillingly calm?

Then, the estate lawyer for the $500,000 trust arrived, ready to release the funds to "Ethan Miller."

Patricia and her son beamed, confident in their victory.

My moment had come.

I met the lawyer's gaze, my voice steady amidst the chaos.

"No," I said, the single word silencing the crowd.

"I will not consent for him to receive that money. Because he is not my biological son."

The true show was about to begin.

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