The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband

Chapter 5

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echoed through the halls of Maplewood High. Stude

oan didn't move. He sat froze

side his open textbook. The words that girl

d the emptying room, trying to figure out whi

school hoodie. She carried a heavy mop and a plastic bucket. She was the scholarship kid who

to push the heavy wooden desks out of the way. A

ck, strutted into the room. He hopped up and s

Haven's body with disgusting entitlement. "Come to

l her knuckles turned white. She kept her eyes

d Haven's wrist, his grip bruising and

in Clayton's blood. He slammed

room. Leo jumped, releasing Haven's wrist. He w

face was a mask of terrifyin

ctically owned the town. Leo cursed under his breath,

Her eyes were wide with shoc

rre behavior, he grabbed his backpack, stood up

tes until the theft at the boutique. He waited until the hallway was dead silent, th

e, sneaking through the alleyway entrance and silently openin

ustrial polish and old velvet. Clayton grimaced

narrow slits of the wooden louvers on the closet door. He had a perfect view of the mana

. She stared at the diary on her coffee table. Her palms were sweati

handle rattled. Clayton stopped

ed into the room. He walked to the desk and star

ght toward the storage closet. He reac

s. If Sterling opened this door, Clayto

ce echoed from the hallway. "Alistair!

b. He turned around and sh

aky breath. A layer of col

ed it to video mode and aimed the camera lens right t

the hallway. A dark figure slinked

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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.”