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Marrying His Rival: The Jilted Wife's Sweet Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1147    |    Released on: 09/12/2025

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the house was su

he air, mocking me with their lightness. The world outside was bright and carry

wrapped in a tissue inside my pocket. It felt heavy again

d to te

uldn't t

Or would he simply wait until I delivered to harvest

nd racing. I needed a pen. I n

e to shut it, but a flash of color caught my eye. It was

plements. A

neric, innocent enough. But there was a

. Two a

Chl

g me these vitamins for the last two months. He claimed they were for my energy levels. He had wa

ottle. It went straight to a prerecorded line for a holistic wellness ce

um post, the text glaring

ohosh. Abortifacients. High risk of uteri

it the mahogany desk wi

egnant. Or, if I did, that I wouldn't stay that way. A pregnant wo

nt door opening froz

he hallway. He was on the phone, his tone clipped and businesslike. "Ye

he wall of the study, holding m

murmur. "Her cycle is irregular anyway. If it happens, she'll just think it's nature t

was discussing the murder of his own potenti

you too,

ted. The front d

and rocked back and forth, a silent keen building in my throat. The betrayal was so

a family. He had pr

ack of my hand. The tears were gone. I

't keep

I stayed pregnant, he would find out. He would force a miscarriage, or worse, wait un

owns over. I didn't use m

, and quiet. I filled out the forms

terminatio

personal thing

ened up inside me, vast and echoing. I lay in the recovery room, staring

n the bedside tab

ll day. Everything okay? You've been seeming stressed lat

s. The cruelty

unded raspy, like I had been sc

that bracelet you liked. The emeral

meralds for a kidney.

ks,"

take car

moment, just to stop the violent urg

th a paper cup of water. She l

one to drive you

g my legs off the bed

d my laptop. I pulled up my resume. I had a degree in molecular biolog

y profile o

to w

s practically living. I needed to see the building. I nee

tting at the table

e said, stirring her latte. "Mr.

plied, lowering her voice to a scandalized whisper. "She told him

pped

out Ava. She's just the v

on showed a woman I didn't recognize. Her eyes w

sip. It w

ter. Sweetness was

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