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The Abandoned Wife's Cold Revenge

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1170    |    Released on: 13/04/2026

h mixed with the bitter aroma of black cof

at had boiled her blood the night before had broken, leaving her body hollo

rned h

was holding his phone out in front of him, the bright ring light attac

lf up. The hospital bed let

ile spread across his face. He adjusted the angle o

voice dripping with theatrical charm. "Our

ed LIVE icon was flashing in the corner. The viewer count at the top of the

casting on I

ed the plastic water pitcher from her bedside

her voice raspy but vicious. "I do

apped the screen, muting the microphone. He stood up and walked

a weapon," Daxton whispered fiercel

ion was a blur o

ldwell is

t her

e for

o hers. "He froze your money. He's trying to erase you. This is the

ss the strategy, a loud cr

the VIP suite was kicke

y at Mount Sinai, stormed into the room. His white lab coat flared

oward Daxton, pointing a m

choing loudly in the room. "Turn off that camera right now.

t height. The lens was perfectly angled to capture Ambrose's red, furio

e looked down at his sister. There was no relief in his eyes that

his tone dripping with disgust. "You survived. You're fine.

ad from her chest to her fingertips.

yesterday," Emaline said, her voice e

nvenience. "Crista had a severe panic attack because of your little stunt. She is ter

people heard a brother prioritize his adopted sister's panic attack over hi

"So, my life is worth less than Cri

ne's bed. "You pushed her down those stairs five years ago! You ruined her legs!

putated left leg flared so violently she almost vomited. Her f

lie. They all though

ed Ambrose dead in the eye. The last shred of fa

's signed Refusal of Treatment form. It is airtight evidence of medical negle

staring directly into t

price for not handing the evidence over to the District Att

of her demand left him momentarily speechl

ose hissed. He raised his hand, aim

d could descen

r. He clamped his fingers around A

knees buckling slightly as Daxton appli

al smirk returning. "And that, ladies and gentlem

and crashed onto the leather sofa. Daxton casua

ed into a suff

humiliated and furious. He poin

rett family will destroy you. You won't be

nk. She pointed to

her eyes dead. "I have not

heel, and stormed out of the ro

. She sank back into the pillows, her chest

er pale, sweating face. The smirk was gone. In its

s eyes gleaming. "The game

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The Abandoned Wife's Cold Revenge
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“I was bleeding out on the cold ER table, my body failing, while the hospital's blood bank sat empty. My husband, Clayton, stood just outside the glass doors, watching me die with the terrifying indifference of a man deciding on dinner. When the doctor begged him to sign the transfusion consent form to save my life, he didn't hesitate. He took the pen, slashed his signature across the Refusal of Treatment form, and turned his back on me to answer a call from the woman he truly loved. As my heart monitor flatlined into a long, piercing scream, I watched him walk away to comfort his mistress over a thunderstorm, leaving his legal wife to rot in a body bag. I was nothing to him-a vicious, disposable obstacle in his perfect world-and he ensured I left with absolutely nothing, freezing my accounts and cutting off my life. But he made one fatal mistake: he left me alive. I survived, and as I lay in the dark, the pathetic flame of my love for him snapped and died, replaced by a cold, broken promise. If I survived this night, I would make sure he bled for every second of the hell he put me through. I ripped the IV from my arm, stood up on my prosthetic leg, and walked out to start my war.”