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He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

Chapter 5 No.

Word Count: 770 | Released on: 19/12/2025

oved through Kensington Manor like a ghost, avoiding Liam, who was sleeping in the

, reviewing the architectural plans for the wasteland

open. Secretar

ered at Skye for five years. He carried a garment ba

ot bothering with a greeting. "He expects

the velvet sofa. It sli

move to

he bag, then at

m a devastatingly busy man, Mrs. Kensingt

ly. She placed her

, she said. "Paid by the

40% of that tr

on. It's grey. Seraphina picked it out.

lor for shadows. Seraphina was tr

her phone. She

Liam? Lee mocked. "He

y Lee's clearance codes immediately. I've flagged his expense accounts for a forensic audit regarding the unauthorized 'consul

hung

he "consulting fees"-money he had been funneling to Seraphina on Liam's orders, bu

wouldn't, L

returning to her pa

as hideous-a shapeless, frumpy grey sack with high lace collars.

, the housekeeper who had ente

Gold Collection

He was pacing. Seraphina had texted him ten t

hell is Lee? He isn't answer

he marble staircase echoed throu

His breath caugh

the stairs. She wa

wearin

trapless, hugging her breasts and cinching her waist before cascading down in a pool of mo

aves. She wore vintage diamond earrings

tten she could look like this. He

voice hoarse. He tried to summon h

t stop for him. She walked past him toward the d

takes tim

llowing her like a puppy. "H

door. The chauffeur

d simply. "He

into t

She fired his secretary? Since when d

lent. But for the first time in years, Liam was

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He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

SHANA GRAY Romance

“The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.”