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Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 1186    |    Released on: 09/01/2026

oor-to-ceiling windows with an aggre

ad come back only for her passport and her laptop. She

as a museum of

But thrown across the foot of it was a charcoal gray suit jacket. Cli

f the morning, changed his soaked clothes, and left again before

rough water. She picked up the jacket. It was heavy,

it closer

was something else. Something sweet. Sickeningly flor

her stomach. She gripped the fab

led in the inne

ulled out a thick, cream-colored envelope. It wasn't a

open

ntout. A grainy black an

old, undeniable letters:

Octobe

ber

the day Clive had told her he was in Boston for a merger

en holding Angelena's hand at a fer

ttered to the floor, landing face up. The

l the moisture out of her body in the hospital wa

massive apartment. The heavy thud of the oak door closing

stood by the bed, the

y showered from the gym, wearing a crisp white shirt, sl

ead. For a split second, his expression falt

replaced by his standard

esser to grab a watch. "You decided to co

tal," Analia said.

, Analia, crying wolf is getting old. If you wanted my attention, yo

ser, crossing his arms. "Well? Are you going to

face, the jawline she used to trace with her fingers, the eyes that used to

ngelena?"

osture stiffened p

eated. "Is she healthy

o the jacket in her hand, then to the floor. He

between them, thic

ed, his voice low and dangerous. He did

t Boston," Ana

's complicated, Analia. You wouldn't understand. Ang

ia let out a short, dry laugh. "Do you think I'm stupi

he media is tearing her apart. She has nobody. I h

onsibility to me?" Analia

ou have everything, Analia. You live in a ten-million-dollar penthouse. You h

sound in his pocket," she said, dropping the jacket onto the

ckly. Too quickly. "She just... she

lt, that it was true. She didn't care if it was his or n

ked into the massi

ing?" Clive deman

. It was the one she had brought with her from her college

pening a drawer and grabbi

olling his eyes. "You're not going anywhere. We have the c

ger. She grabbed the hard drive that contained th

boomed. "Stop this. You'

case shut. She stoo

Clive," she sai

ht her arm, his grip firm but

you don't come back. I won't have a wife w

hand on her arm. Then sh

Clive," she said s

ed her a

idn't chase her. He was too proud. He thought she would stop at

ltrasound on the floor before

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Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback
Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback
“Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don't have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall-the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I'm not just leaving him; I'm taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood-the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.”