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The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: 13/01/2026

plitting Karen's reflection into two disjointed ha

ater sputtered, brown at fir

ached for her right hand and beg

ection in this damp base

ther sl

turn. Her left hand ended abruptly at the knuckle of the pinky finger.

shb

Three women. The leader, a woman with a spiderweb ta

rincess," the woman had sneered. "And your brother

unch o

s red. She dried the stump quickly, terrified Hoke might walk in, and pulled the black

!" Hoke called fr

he milk was watered down to make it la

shing her slice toward

insisted. He pointed to a piece of paper o

t was a structured drawing of a skyscraper, using p

oke explained. "So you don't hav

ightened. "It's

ttle too big in the shoulders, but clean. She sprayed a little lav

e. "Do not open the door for anyone. Not even the landlord.

ommy. I'm

ks. Books she had stolen from the library beca

stop:

ng auto repair shop in Queens. It w

his chair, the dialysis machine humming rhythmically. He loo

d," Dann

e him. She took his hand-her glov

's H

Danny, I have an interview today. A small s

us, Karen. They'll see that. 'Dawn' was

aid sharply. "I'm just

rness. "The best money could buy. But I told you, I won't set foot in a King-fun

ispered, his breath catching. "We su

nto Manhattan. The car was crowded. Bodies pressed against

commuters, a digital

the new 'Villarreal Tower'.

heekbones were sharper, his eyes like flint. He was wearing

to Karen sighed. "Tragic, though.

hat down low. She

red with fabric samples and half-finished mannequins. The o

lio. He looked at her s

e lines... the minimalism. It reminds me of that

le," Karen sa

e frowned. "Gap in employment. Fi

es

at

laugh

. He leaned back, looking her up and down. The a

ps. "It's a liability. Hiring a

on't need to meet clients.

he desk. He stood too close to her. Sh

you'd have to make it worth my while. A pretty woman li

out to touc

away. The sound was l

said, her voice shaking with

rple. "You ungrateful bitch! You're a murderer!

n the stairs, out into the street

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The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife
The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife
“My husband stood by the window of his Manhattan office, his silhouette cutting through the storm like a blade. He didn't even look at me as he tossed the divorce papers onto the desk, his voice a cold baritone. "Sign it," Isaiah commanded, "or your brother's dialysis treatment ends today." He believed the lie that I had pushed his pregnant mistress down a flight of stairs in a jealous rage. To save my dying brother, I signed the confession and accepted the role of a murderer, trading my freedom for a life of disgrace. At the funeral, Isaiah forced me to crawl on my knees through the freezing mud to the grave while a mob of mourners spat on me and cursed my name. When I went to prison, his influence followed me into the showers, where inmates told me the King wanted me to "remember my crime" before they used rusty shears to hack off my finger. Five years later, I was a ghost living in a damp basement with the son Isaiah never knew I had, hiding my mangled hand under a leather glove. When he eventually tracked us down, he didn't show mercy; he tore my son from my arms, calling me an unfit monster and swearing I would rot in a cage. I couldn't understand how the man I once loved could look at my broken body and see only a criminal, never realizing that every scar I carried was a gift from his own hatred. As he walked away with my child, I swallowed a bottle of pills to end the nightmare, leaving Isaiah to rip the glove from my hand and discover the mangled truth just as my eyes finally closed.”