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The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

Chapter 6

Word Count: 753 | Released on: 21/04/2026

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azine down on the glass coffee table. The s

pulled into a tight sneer. "Why haven't you thrown that

s on his knees and dug his fingers into his hair. He pulled hard, l

Hillary," Angel said. H

s flashing. "She's faking it, Angel. She's using that ear to

head sna

haustion vanished, replaced

," Angel

nked, her mouth falling o

o a deadly whisper. "You weren't in that car. You didn

ged," she choked out. She grabbed her designer handbag and her first-class ticket. S

med out of the loun

dn't go

e room. He stared at the e

d behind his eyes. The guilt was a physical weight on his che

phone out and

e second the line conne

Mr. Wi

in the world. I don't care where

the line. "Is this fo

vate clinic. Top-tier equipment. Book it

hun

s because he cared. He was doing this to sever the chain. If he fixed

ngel walked into the

d straight to the guest bedroom. He p

the bed, reading a book. She ju

ssed a thick, embossed b

s strictly business. "He's the best in the world

rd. The gold letteri

. Zurich. The best in the world. H

o look up at him. Sh

er voice tight, "does that me

orframe. A cruel smile touc

gel said. "I just want to clear my

k. She nodded slow

rned to leave. He stopped in the hall

you're playing games, J

lked

low and rapid. She picked up the business card. Her

would see right through her. They would see th

e opened a secure, encrypted messaging app. S

he world who knew th

keyboard. A drop of cold

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Reilly Mcardle Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, invisible contract wife to Angel Wilcox. But last night, after being drugged at a club, he lost control and brutally took my innocence in a freezing bathtub. The next morning, instead of an apology, he threw a million-dollar settlement at me and slapped the divorce papers on the table. His first love, Hillary, had returned from Paris, and he needed to clear the way for her. He called what he did to me a mere inconvenience. When I refused to sign the papers-because my brother would be killed by loan sharks without the Wilcox name to protect him-Angel lost his temper. In the lobby, right in front of a mocking Hillary, he violently shoved me. My head slammed against a massive marble pillar with a sickening thud. "Don't play games with me! Sign the damn papers!" He roared, trying to force the pen into my hand while I lay crumpled on the cold floor. My body was burning with a severe infection from his assault, my wrists were bruised, and my heart was shattered. How could the man I secretly loved for three years treat me like disposable garbage the second she came back? I looked at his furious eyes, then slowly raised my trembling hands to cover my right ear. The same ear that was severely injured in a car crash he caused three years ago. "My ear is ringing. I can't hear you." If he wanted to be ruthless, I would use his deepest guilt to trap him in this marriage forever.”