The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

Chapter 3

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hovered in the air. The sheer, freezing intens

nd. He was used to ruling this house.

t or I will smash

ike she used to. Her hand shot out like a striking snake. She c

. He had never been phy

ed his body, trying to pull away. When that failed, he l

ain radiate

It instantly ignited the towering hatred she felt when the adult Arthu

rip. She slammed it down onto the marble nightstand.

e noise. "You stupid,

d suit, dragged him forward, and forced him face-down over her knee

through the massive bedroom. The

backward, pressing her small body into the corner

unned for three full seconds. Then, he erup

r, pushed open. Maria, the head nanny, ru

Knight actually striking the young master, she g

e shoved the red-faced, sob

were quiet, but they cut throug

nanny didn't dare ask a single question. She scooped Arthur up

wn at her own palm. It was stinging and red. She took

in the bedroom itself-where the lamp glowed softly. Her latest model smartphone, the one she used for daily communication, lay

ected. Alonzo's deep, cold, and heavily

ou throwing this early in t

the phone's microphone, Jenna heard

In her past life, Jenna had been stupid enou

lat and still as a stagnant pool of wat

etting a

t for a moment. Then, Alonzo l

Alonzo sneered. "Don't use these cheap, pathetic ta

fending herself. She d

contact you," sh

nna pulled the phone away from her ear a

. She turned her back to it and walked s

rouched down, and pulled out an old, scuffed black suitcase from the bott

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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."”