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Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 594    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

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t tighter around her neck. She walked down the marble

with an independent film producer. S

corner toward

hite Chanel haute coutu

Con

face vanished the second she saw Karen. She handed her

he hallway. Ayla's e

against the marble. She looked Karen up and down,

e dripping with malice. "Just a cheap w

pockets. "Keep your man on a tighter

ls me everything. He even told me ab

stomach

"He said he shredded it just to make

g Karen's sanity

rning red. "Shut your mouth. Don

past Karen, staring at the reflection i

ouldered figure

wicked smirk. Suddenly,

to brace herself, her fingers mile

dling scream. She collap

stormed into the hallway, the air tempe

her chest. She gasped for air,

ted forward and dropped to his knees, pu

weakly, burying her face in h

. The look he gave Karen w

ren said, shaking her he

otect the woman dying in his arms, he shot

sh was brutal. Kare

g down the three marble step

g pain shot violently through her ankle, radiating a burning agony

e bottom of the stairs, gasp

the steps, looking down at

eart," Israel snarled, "I wil

y legal team blacklist you from every studio

nd walked away, leaving Karen shiv

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Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return
Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return
“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.”