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The Priceless Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 704    |    Released on: 17/04/2026

heavy oak door open

Crystal chandeliers cast sharp light

in the center of the room, sipping

holding his phone, video-chatting with Hayl

ater from her shoes left dark, dirt

the floor. Her face twi

ng the video call. Instead, he angled the screen so Haylee could see, a cruel smirk playing on his

tight. "Where the hell have y

tened her grip on the heavy u

onto the saucer. The por

nded, her sharp eyes fixing on the

Her voice was raspy, but the word

t up from the sofa as

t Allison. "You brought dead people into my house? You are ruini

ear the stairs. "Get those disgusting thing

eaching his hands out to grab

s eyes w

e submissive wife vanished. The

s with the butler. The sheer, predatory violenc

ng in mid-air. A cold sweat broke o

. He thought Allison was

led. He lunged forward, reaching out t

a fraction of an inch. She pivot

ied him forward, and he stumbled awkwardly, barel

n's chest. He spun around, twi

nd get the hell out of

ken

s struck

secretly saved from bankruptcy t

more. There was only a pr

lison said. Four

d walked toward the door. Her

!" Kason shouted at her back. "You h

oorknob. She let out a soft, chilling

the private road and pu

-share app and ty

shelter. Not

property purchased years ago through a heavily layered blind trust, funded entirely by her classified haza

atched the city lights bleed across the wi

rn Kason Lindsay's

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“For two years, I hid my lethal past as a top-tier Delta Force operator to play the perfect, submissive wife to Kason. But on the eve of the absolute deadline to claim my parents' ashes, he forced me out of our car into a freezing rainstorm. He had received a frantic call from his mistress crying over her missing dog. "Are you seriously using dead people to compete for my attention?" Kason sneered. He slapped my phone away, hurled my bag with my classified military ID into a muddy ditch, and left me stranded on the highway. I knelt in the freezing mud as his luxury car sped away. I had swallowed his mother's insults and secretly saved his company from bankruptcy three times. Yet, to him, my parents' remains were just a box of dust compared to his mistress's pet. The suffocating pain in my chest suddenly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying, absolute zero coldness. The pathetic, submissive wife he thought he owned died on that highway. I walked to a dingy motel, washed the gritty mud from my face, and traced the jagged scar on my collarbone. I picked up the landline and dialed a twelve-digit encrypted number to the Pentagon. It was time to wake up the ghost operator and burn Kason's world to the ground.”