The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband

Chapter 4

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a booth in the back, shielding herself from view. She

vered in frantic, mes

nt down exactly in the third minu

d her blue pen and wrote: I told you. I

ime for the next sentence to bleed throug

r last night burned in her chest. She pressed the pen down hard:

psis... appeare

job interview at 2:00 PM with the Maplewood Chronicle,

office. Arthur Penhaligon was a legend in journalism.

al, Haven," Arthur said, nodding app

nally relaxed. She was

Arthur's computer. He c

ur's face. His brow furrowed. He looked

the desk. "This interview is over, Ms. Guerrero. We

ain from her head. "Exc

gave a terrible reference. They also flagged a police record from your high

amond necklace. It was a ten-year-old nightmare. Her own

e bustling center of Maplewood Square, the noise of the city drowning out h

d your new boss. She's an administrative assistant at a rival

er vicious stepsister and the actual thief who had stolen the neck

marched down the subway stairs. She found an emp

into the paper: Dad. I need a massive

instantly: Your mother?

amond necklace will be stolen from a locked display case in t

that boutique. Hide in the storage closet

the hell should I care a

e the thief is my evil stepsister, Bettye Le. She is going t

he page, smearing wildly as i

aven stared at the blank space,

heavy word appeared

head back against the cold tile of the subway w

her pocket. It was

he annex for the

ge. She let out a dark laugh, locked the scr

have no idea what's coming. Maybe... just maybe, the boy I

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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.”