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He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

Chapter 6 No.

Word Count: 868    |    Released on: 19/12/2025

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he City Museum, an avenue filled with pric

had shifted. Liam usually led, with Skye trailing behind. Tonight

network with potential investors for hi

kling water. She n

in. She wasn't invited, but she was wearing a "Volunteer Staff" ba

d started moving toward him, a look

asty vases. An elderly gardener was carefully watering

look where she was going. She walked b

bled. His elbow

AS

white porcelain shattered into a mil

opped playing. The ch

jumped back, pointing

fool! she screamed. Her voice was

s, was trembling. "I... I'm so so

ou attacked me! Look at this mess! That vase

ying to deflect blame, hoping her

king mortified. "Sera

sobbed, clinging to Li

is that screaming woman?" "Is

n. She walked into the

Miller, Skye said. Her

me! Seraphina lie

her. She picked up a large shard of the pottery. She ran her thumb over t

stoo

lica, Skye

owd mu

hink the museum would leave a genuine Ming vase next to the coat check during a cocktail party? The b

. "Mrs. Kensington is correct! Absolutely correct! The real Ming vase

f went through the room. T

ake. It made her look uneducated, hys

queaked. "I...

e looked at the garden

er nodded,

was Mr. Stephen, a French tycoon and the guest of h

femme est hystérique. Elle devrait être renvoyée." (This is u

rench. He looked at his translator, but

od, Liam stammered

his eyes, insulted

rd. She looked Mr.

"C'était un accident malheureux causé par la maladresse de l'invitée. Le jardinier n'est pas en faute." (Mr. Stephen, plea

softened instantly. He lo

ez frança

"Votre collection d'art est magnifique." (I lived in

e ignored Liam completely. He ignored Seraphi

s wife. His mouth

? he whispered, grabbing her a

She dusted off the spot

ome for dinner, darling, she said. "A wom

anding next to a sobbing Seraph

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He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
“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.”