The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband

Chapter 3

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ry to the small dining table and laid it flat against

millimeter above the yellowed paper. Her bra

future wife, he would shut down. He was paranoid and arr

ined sense of family duty. She pressed the pen down a

blank for a full sixty seconds. The sil

, the strokes furious: Bullshit! I don't ev

smile. She wrote back calmly: Time travel is

word "Dad." A moment later,

he keyboard. She searched the archives of the Mapl

s recap and found the perf

youts today at 3:00 PM, the quarterback will sprain

The final score is 14 to 7

ntly: If this is a joke, I'

slid it into her leather tote bag. She

verance negotiation with her former HR departm

ed her hair across her face. She took a deep breath, pushing

swiped her temporary visitor badge and

rmer boss, Warren Adler, sat next to the HR Director. A

n adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. A f

sclosure policies, the company is denying your severance. If you ma

ails dug into her palms, breaking the skin. But her fa

egal retaliation is my leverage, Warren. And

ecovered, leaning back in his chair.

oss the table. "Sign the termination papers

oved slowly. She pulled her phone o

e voice recording app. She hit the button t

. His face turned purple. "Yo

"This state is a one-party consent s

e looked down at Warren's panicked f

the conference room. Her heels clicked sha

ding and onto the sidewalk, a sudden,

ary was burning. The past had

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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.”