The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband

Chapter 2

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ed across her lips. She tossed

dancing in the messy living room. Haven dragged her exhausted body towa

ase was up, and without her jo

started sweeping old paperback books i

in. As she lifted it, the brittle bottom cracked open

through the mess. Old CDs, faded baseball cards,

eath a folded sweatshirt. It was a black leather diary,

traced the gold-foil initial

A relic from his

ad never been allowed in his ol

st off the cover a

rrogant, self-important ramblings of a seventeen-yea

Clayton's cruel, mocking face from last night flash

had written a cocky manifesto about an upcoming m

n her chest again. Haven grabbed a bl

eclaration, she pressed the tip hard into the paper an

a childish, pathetic way to vent. Sh

ouched, the edges of her

d just written dissolved. The ink sank deep into the fibers of

he blue ink was completely go

fingers went slack, and the diary dr

of the sofa. Her brain raced, trying to find a

black ink began to bleed out

rd on her hands and knees. The black ink t

ialized on the paper: Who are you

diary off the floor. She flipped through the front and back covers, tear

he blue pen again. She wrote beneath the b

back through, the strokes pressing so hard they almost tore the

p angles, the aggressive slant. It was Cl

ssible thought ex

the top of the page. November 12,

both hands over her mouth to muffle a scre

fa, shattering the silence. It wa

ed the phone

isn't budging. Without hard proof of his retaliation,

he phone. She d

her lap. The absolute despair in her eyes sl

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“Haven was escorted out of her office by security like a common criminal. Her corrupt boss had just fired her without cause, denying her severance and threatening to permanently blacklist her. Desperate, she turned to her ex-husband Clayton, a ruthless top-tier corporate lawyer, begging him to represent her. But instead of helping, he stared at her with absolute ice. "You thought you could pay for my billable hours by opening your legs? Find a public defender." Left destitute and facing eviction, her life spiraled further into hell. A prestigious newspaper offered her a dream job, only to instantly rescind it. Her vicious stepsister, Bettye, had maliciously tipped them off about a ten-year-old grand larceny conviction-a crime Bettye had actually committed but framed Haven for. To make matters worse, Haven discovered Clayton's law firm was actively defending the very boss who had just ruined her life. The injustice and betrayal suffocated her. She couldn't understand how the boy she once loved had become such a soulless monster, perfectly willing to protect her abusers while watching her drown. While packing her meager belongings in despair, she stumbled upon Clayton's old high school diary from exactly ten years ago. Out of petty rage, she grabbed a pen and scribbled an insult on the yellowed paper. To her horror, the ink vanished. Seconds later, sharp, aggressive handwriting bled through the blank page. "Who are you? How are you writing in my book?" Staring at the impossible text from a 17-year-old Clayton, a manic spark of hope ignited in her eyes. She was going to rewrite her destiny.”