Betrayed By Love, Erased From Memory

Chapter 5

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 24/04/2026

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pensive velvet jewelry

It was his signature move, the predictable compensation he offered every time he che

er hovered exactly one centimeter

strong hand reaching through the flames, pulling me out of the ashes. He had sworn to protect me

ing smirk pulled at t

ck. The movement wa

efully schooled into a look of mild, wifely devotion, went completely dead. Th

r of the master bedroom and ste

lluminating my path one by one as I walked. M

rridor, right in front of a ma

of the ornate gold frame and shoved it hard to t

anner glowed from a

of icy blue light sw

" a sterile, automated

oors hissed and parted,

om. I didn't shiver. I had spent countless days and nights down in this freezing bunk

spiral staircase, my s

s of thousands of LED indicator lights blinked in the dar

l control console and pulled ou

tor. I held my hands suspended over the me

zing air fill my lungs, and typed out

e screen, glaring against my pale skin. *

g the highest-level backdoor password. I was the only person alive who

shifted into developer mode, the scre

atpants and pulled out a completely

popped up immediately. The executable file ha

sitate. I c

ing agonizingly slow as it bypassed

w popped up. I typed in the

ountdown timer illumin

:59

s of my youth, ten years of blind loyalty and exploita

echoed from the ceil

rom the air vent, landing silently on

leather dress shoes on the metal stairs. Brendan. His footsteps c

oing down here,

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Shi Yue Werewolf

“I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York. To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins's silent, elegant Queen. But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table. It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test. "Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture." I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking. He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago. He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy. He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go. He was wrong. I didn't want to divorce him-you don't divorce a Don. And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy. I wanted to erase him. I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built. Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa." It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul. On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial. When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth. He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife. Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.”