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Rising From Ashes: The Broken Wife's Return

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 655    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

days

y bedroom, shoving a few plain t-shirts into a

on the mattress. The caller I

ated, then

ernandez Plaza," Arthur Coleman's irr

e shirt dropped

continued. "She's holding a sign claimi

cold. Her mother

noise shifted to the dead silence

w, lethal voice vibrated against her ear

ft, whiny voice. "Israel, please don't g

l, I didn't know. I blocked her num

"Her little stunt is affecting my st

ing the silence

uys. You have exactly five hours to board it, get to Manh

"I start shooting my movi

cut off the trust fund keeping your father alive. I will have Brenda arrested for felony extort

hun

oot for the day, her hands shaking violently as she grabbed her bag and sp

ivate aviation terminal in New York. A bullet

hattan. The eighty-story Fernandez Pla

into the private elevator.

ors sl

desk. Ayla lounged on a white leath

. When she saw Karen, she shrieked, "Karen! Tell him it was a massiv

absolute humiliation. S

pered, staring at th

un a Montblanc pen between his fingers

Israel said loudly, making

rms around Israel's neck. "If she apologizes to

u heard her. Kneel. Apologize to Ayl

rned the back of her eyes. She looked at her

prison sentence, Karen slowly

arpet. She low

ked out to the woman w

p irritation flared in his chest, but he buried

l in," he

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