The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

Author: Zhu Xiaying

Chapter 1

Word Count: 833 | Released on: Today at 16:34

lay flat on the sterile hospital bed, her cracked lips parted slightly. The machine force

arsh, fluorescent light from the hallway spilled ov

red suits and haute couture dresses. The hard soles of their desi

pinched her nose, her perfectly manicur

h in here makes me want

wn at his mother's emaciated, bone-thin frame. A smirk

lids. She forced her arm up, the IV needles pulling painfully at her bruis

ooked at her outstretched fingers

warned, his voice flat.

tor beside her bed began to beep faster, betr

shoved it directly into Jenna's line of sight. It was a high-resolution photo. Jenna's husband

id. Her voice was dripping with a sugary, toxic

cing a broken, wheezing sound around the plastic tu

ff her pathe

. "You were just a cheap incubator for the K

nging his face inch

background," Arthur whispered. "You've occup

slid down her hollow cheek. The betrayal burned throug

t a diamond-encrusted compact mirror. She

emanded. "Look at how ugly

corpse. The heart monitor shrieked, a high-pitched alarm echoing off the walls.

Philippe watch. He tapp

e late for the cha

behind the bed. He stared directly at the thick,

Pure, unadulterated ter

nd of hesitation. He wrapped his

er eyes bulged. A silent, agonizi

ed. It was the exact same cold, fl

arp click echoed in the room.

o a suffocating silence, illuminated only by the

ke a fish thrown onto dry land. Her chest heaved violen

rough her brother's. They walked toward

ical agony of suffocation merged with a tidal

r palms that they broke the skin. She swore a blood oath to whatever god

continuous tone. The jagged green line on the

side of the bed. She plunged

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“Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."”