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Too Late For Regret: The Ghost Wife

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1160    |    Released on: Today at 11:11

filled with the phantom smell of burning wood and the

cal bleach forced its way into her nostr

slowly blinked them open. The blurry shapes above her sharpened

er left arm yanked to

rail with a thick, white medical restraint. An IV needle was ta

yanked her arm, the restraint

lack of designer heels echoed on the marble floor outside

wearing a flawless Chanel pre-fall tweed suit. Flanking her we

nna. "Oh my god, Candy. Is this the crazy woman who went missing? She lo

right in Deanna's face. "I'm sending this to the group chat.

tre

eardrum. Her chest heaved. She glared at them, her throat too

d. She looked down at Deanna, her eyes shin

I sleep in your bed," Candy whispered, so low the other women couldn't hear. "I

against the bed, throwing her entire body weight sideways. The sudden movement yanked the IV tube tigh

ed and jumped back, h

n the nurse call button. "Get in her

nge, but before she could approa

was immaculate, not a sin

falling rapidly. Her eyes begged him to tell the truth. To tell the

rm, pouting. "Joseph, this crazy woman jus

na's hand. He stared at it for exactly one second bef

He needed the Riley family's money. He nee

silence was the final nail in Deanna's coffin,

tion vanished, replaced by an icy, hollow void. She fin

ve," he ordered, using his authority as a board m

threat, "I will use every judge I own to have you permanently committe

er. She felt a surge of bile rise in her thro

ped, her voice devoid

eyes. He adjusted his tie, turned his back on her,

broken only by the steady beep of the heart monitor. Dea

her eyes

morized their patterns. At exactly 11:45 PM, a code blue alarm blared from the opposite end of the VIP wing. The sudden chaos drew the heavy footsteps of the floor's security detail and the prim

il. She pressed the thick plastic buckle of the restraint against the sharp metal edge. Gritting her teeth against the agonizing pull on her bruised wrist, she began to saw the plastic

ed to her hand and ripped it out. Blood immediately welled up, dripping on

g linoleum floor. She opened the small closet. Inside hung a gray utility jack

walls, avoiding the red glow of the security cameras, and pu

he hit the ground floor and slammed her

hit her face. Deanna stepped out into the black, sto

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Too Late For Regret: The Ghost Wife
Too Late For Regret: The Ghost Wife
“I survived five years of hell as a captive in a Middle Eastern warzone and finally made it back home to my husband. But when I stood at the gates of our estate, I found him married to another woman, holding a five-year-old daughter. The timeline meant he had betrayed me long before I ever deployed. Worse, he had declared me legally dead and secretly drained my family's massive trust fund. When I demanded answers about my parents, he coldly told me they had burned to death in a highly convenient fire. He then had me strapped to a hospital bed, letting his new wife humiliate me as a delusional mistress. To maintain his perfect Wall Street image, he offered to buy me a hidden apartment to live as his secret whore. I was legally a corpse, stripped of my identity, my family, and my dignity. But what tortured me most wasn't his betrayal-it was how perfectly timed my disappearance had been. How did the terrorists know my exact classified route? In the freezing rain, the mercenary who had held me captive suddenly appeared and delivered a chilling truth. "You were betrayed by your own people. Someone at your hospital sold your GPS coordinates." Staring at my dead colleague's bloodstained notebook, the horrifying realization hit me. It was my beloved mentor. They thought I was just a dead doctor. Now, I am going to tear their entire empire to the ground.”