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The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 812    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

air. She released Justus's arm and walked towar

ter, immediately detached herse

of the party was instantly muted. The cold Manhattan night wind

hind her. Her voice was thi

ed mask she had worn all night dissolved into the chilling wind

ne tiles. "You think you can play the victim in front of Justus W

Candi. Her eyes were completely dead, lookin

lt. Candi's face twisted in rage. She pulled her arm back, her h

caught the moonlight. If that hit conne

. Her brain's tactical analysis kicked in, proces

her weight. She pivoted her torso a mere t

t like a viper. She clamped her fingers around Candi's wrist like a

hrew up her hands. She delivered a desperate, clumsy shove that sent

d in a chaotic, uncontrolled arc. She slammed heavily onto

kable sound of a bone snapping echoed in the cold air. Candi curled into a

g hadn't even elevated. The hem of her velv

win and several guests, rushed onto the terrace. The

dropping to her knees. But her eyes shot

eyes widened in horror. She forced her shoulders to shak

er voice cracking with fake panic. "I just... I ju

ting a shaking finger at Corinne.

arted from Candi's twisted wrist to Corinne's trem

ars streaming down her face. "Corwin

d over and stood directly in front of Corinne, shieldi

inted toward the upper corner of the terrace wall. "I'm sure the sec

on the dome camera blink

ened, but no sound came out. She knew Candi h

arding Corinne. His jaw locked. His eyes were pitch

She met Corwin's gaze. For one split second, the fear va

night," Justus announced loudly. "This crowd i

st and guided her toward the doors. He left the

ped the trembling act entirely. A cold, satisfied smile

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The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback
The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback
“Six years ago, I was driven out of Manhattan with nothing but the clothes on my back. My two-year-old son, Alex, was dead, and I was branded the monster who killed him. My husband, Corwin, threw me away without a second glance, choosing to protect his new fiancée-my cousin Evelina, the real murderer. When I finally returned to their elite engagement party, everyone thought I was still that pathetic, broken woman. Evelina dug her acrylic nails into my skin, warning me to stay away from her man. Corwin looked at me like I was rotting garbage. To publicly humiliate me at their private yacht party, he forced me to drink three full bottles of neat whiskey in front of the city's elite. "For every drop you spill, I add another bottle," he commanded coldly. I drank until my stomach tore open, collapsing onto shattered glass and coughing up dark red blood while they watched with predatory joy. They thought they had won. They thought I was finally destroyed. They didn't know the trembling hands and the terrified tears were all a carefully calculated act. I wiped the blood from my chin and smiled. I didn't come back to this city to clear my name or beg for forgiveness. I came back to drag every single one of them to hell.”