The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband

Chapter 7

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his phone screen. He captured Bettye's face and

se shut, the jingle of keys e

anting heavily. She had just arrived for h

room at Bettye, who was standing

or. She took a step back, her pu

ked, her voice shaking as she

e sheer terror in her face instantly mor

nd screamed, "You thief! You're stealin

h rage. "You're lying! The neckl

te her. "Who do you think they're going to believe? Me, the beloved cust

ven. Tears welled up in her eyes. She took a step

pen with explosive force. A cloud of

the shadows. His tall f

d backward and fell hard onto her ass,

god descending from the sky. Her tears s

ttye, his heavy footsteps echoing like a death march. He stopp

le word. He simply turned

open and stuffing the necklace into

fight left her body. She slumped agai

s locked onto Haven's shocked face. "Go get Mr. Sterl

him a look of profound, desperate gratit

eshold of the back room, the rea

on her sofa, gasped. A brutal, spin

ically rewiring her neurons. Thousands

video. She remembered Bettye being led out of the boutique in handc

clothes were soaked in cold sweat, but her

il notification popped up. The sender was Ar

shook as she o

ovided by your former employer was maliciously falsified. We apologize for the confusi

t tears streamed down her face. She 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.”