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The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 761    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

curb, leaving the flashing cameras and the su

f glass partition separating them from the driver sli

at. She let out a long, heavy exhale. The fragile

pulled her knees up, aggressively rubbing her reddened ankles

tle of ice water. He handed it to her, a smirk playing o

he water in one go. The freezing liquid hit her stomach, extingui

o the console. The display lit up,

lson's new weapon" were already

, leaning back. "That was the most expen

ut a dark, humorless laugh. "That was just the interes

er water bottle against it. The glass and plastic c

Are you really going to keep poking th

d up her phone, unlocked it, and swiped to a PDF

ng report targeting the Pierce family'

uinely surprised. He knew she had connections, but this required deep, entre

thing the same air," Corinne said coldly. "

the phone back. "My job here is done. The stage is yours. I'm not ge

just using her to humiliate Corwin.

ad snapped toward the window. Her eyes locked onto

used to call home. The place where A

," Corinne or

ed her face against the cold glass of the window. Her eyes greedily devou

mbition vanished from her face. In its pla

balcony on the glass. The movement was agonizingl

pered to the glass. "That's my sanctuar

ustus warned quietly. "He doesn't let anyon

e window. She turned to look at Justus. The

through hell t

com button. "Drive. T

glittering lights of Manhattan, plunging to

oded with the sound of Alex's laughter, followed im

er wrists were bulging. He quietly reached over and turned dow

arkness. Inside, the fire of r

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The Vengeful Ex-Wife's High Society Comeback
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“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.”