Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return

Author: Eduino Aitchison

Chapter 1

Word Count: 755 | Released on: 20/04/2026

bed. The expensive silk felt like ice against her bar

look at her. He slid a platinum Patek Philippe cufflink through the buttonhole of his crisp white shirt.

mask of absol

e reached out, her fingertips trembling as they moved toward the te

evading her hand before she could even make contact. He

ped. She slowly pulled her arm back and gripped

jacket. He pulled out a folded legal document and tossed i

the page glared at her: Non-Disclosur

in a breath. She looked up, staring at the

ght," Israel said. His voice was fla

e opened her mouth, her v

looking at her the way someone looks at a cart

the line, Kar

rning. She leaned forward, driven by a pathetic, desperat

sgust. Her lips only brushed agai

he chair. Without another word, he turned his b

aged with a sharp snap. The sound s

s. A suppressed sob tore through her

ration rattled the

anical roar of heavy machi

e bed. Her heart slam

er bare feet hit the freezing Afghan rug as she stumbled toward the

her eyes, but the scene below ma

ng through the backyard. Their heavy metal

st corner of the lawn. The soi

ood tree

r own hands. The tree she watere

n the dirt. It looked like someone had ri

ure terror. A broken scre

ran. She sprinted out of the bedroom and bolted down the spir

the patio. Her feet sank into the cold mu

the thick trunk of the Dogwood tree tow

ed his neon vest, screaming over the noise of

indifference. He raised a thick fing

lling out of the driveway.

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“After years of a freezing, loveless marriage, my billionaire husband Israel finally threw me out to make room for his new lover, Ayla. Before I even packed my bags, he ordered a crew to shred the Dogwood tree in our backyard and pour thick concrete into the crater, claiming it was a symbol of my infidelity. He didn't know that buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of our unborn baby. Stripped of everything, I tried to rebuild my shattered life by securing a supporting role in an indie film. But Israel bought the entire production studio just to cast Ayla as the lead, demanding I act as her pathetic stepping stone. When I refused, he cornered me on set with a sickening audio recording. "We want one million dollars. This will ruin Karen forever." It was my own parents. They had forged my medical records, planning to sell a story to the tabloids that I was a violent, delusional schizophrenic. Israel smiled coldly, threatening to lock me in a padded room on an involuntary psychiatric hold unless I signed an unpaid contract to serve Ayla unconditionally. My own flesh and blood had sold me out to a ruthless monster for cash. Staring at the extortion contract, the last shred of desperation and love in my chest burned away into cold, gray ash. To survive a monster, you have to become one. I picked up his pen, violently signed my name, and prepared to rip his precious Ayla to shreds on camera.”