The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

Chapter 6

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he faint, metallic scrape of a key slidi

tor the butler cleared his throat

ng the practiced, robotic tone of a professional serva

sed her hands against the wood. "On whose a

til you calm down from this hysterical episode and are ready to communicate reaso

household staff, was strictly enforcing such a cruel order. It crystallized

am curses at the door. She simply

parched from the adrenaline and stress. She reached for t

from deep within the pipes. Not

ower and twisted the heavy dials. N

ordered the maintenance staff to shut off

e lack of food and water was already be

m tiles. The memory of her lungs burning for o

t, burning rage. She pushed herself off

edroom and walked straight

an cotton flat sheet and yanked it off the mattres

ket. She dug the sharp, tiny blades into the thick hem of the sheet, sawing frantically until she managed to snip a small, ja

fabric filled the room. She tore t

vy cotton burned her fingers. Red welts formed on her skin, and tiny

ght, double-knotted square knots. She wrapped the fabric around he

a makesh

n her fingers along the bottom edge of the fra

her pocket. She jammed the sharp tip of the scissors into the tiny gap

ck, the heavy de

nd shoved the heavy bull

y rushed into the room, whip

round the thick, marble Roman pillar that supported the railing. She tied three

ver the edge. It unspooled and v

She climbed over the stone railing, gripped the fabric tight, and

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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."”