Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return

Chapter 4

Word Count: 622 | Released on: 20/04/2026

ankle across the threshold of th

nd old cooking oil. It was a violent contr

pulled a small plastic first-aid kit from th

the iodine-soaked cotton swab into the raw, bleedin

ble. The screen lit up with

exhaustion washed over her. Her fing

ldn't stop. She finally slid h

speaker before Karen could even say hello. "I need you to wire fi

I don't have it. Israel kic

of trash! You couldn't even keep a billionaire

. The toxic blood of her f

e aborted you

twisting in Karen's gut. She gripped

ng debts anymore," Karen sai

tened. "I'll tell them what an ungra

roken laugh. "Go ahead

ent into her contacts and

Karen curled into a tight ball on the sofa

exhaustion hit her immune system like a freight train. Her

antic pounding on the

heavily against the peeling wallpaper and dragged h

nor Fletche

nor took one look at Karen's

ulled a bottle of Tylenol and a thermos of hot soup fr

. She just held Karen's hand

ipped her leather briefcase. She pulle

id, her voice shaking with excitement. "He fought off the

e stage name she had legally and permanently adopted years ago, a desperate attempt to comp

ued, "but it's an Oscar-bait role, K

gers trembled as they brus

d onto the title page. She pulled the script

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Eduino Aitchison Billionaires

“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.”