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The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 795    |    Released on: Today at 16:34

g scream shatter

est heaved violently as she sucke

e hard plastic of the ventilator tube. Instead, he

at the stained ceiling tiles of the hospital. She was looking u

. It slammed into the wooden nightstand righ

e turned her head. A five-year-old boy stood on the plus

children's suit. His face was an e

was rolling around, screaming at the top of her lungs

k bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. She th

ving. He marched over, lifted his custom leather shoe

his voice dripping with disdain. "Go

l blow. It perfectly overlapped with the voice of the

ress ripped through her nervous system. Her entire bo

bled off the edge of the mattress, her bare feet hitting the

id clown!" Arthur lau

and threw the deadbolt lock. The solid wood

fell in jagged, uneven breaths. She slowly lifted her head an

in was full of collagen, devoid of the deep st

d the cold glass, tracing the reflection of her ow

old water blasted from the tap. She cupped her hands, gath

. It stripped away the lingering f

left things during her old morning routine. An early-model smartphone rested there, abandoned by her past self. She snatched i

twins were only five, the year the seeds of her

om door. Little Arthur was kicking the wood, screami

to death, the sight of Arthur's cold smile, flashed behin

terror were entirely gone. They were replaced by

ped the water from her face. Her moveme

ed her hand around the cold metal doorknob. The old phone remained in her other hand-

expensive glass perfume bottle high above

tall, looking down at the son who held the bottle. Her ey

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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."”