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Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Fiancée's Comeback

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 566    |    Released on: Today at 19:09

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the phone from my hand. His eyes narr

was poison. "Your college boyfriend? Ava,

with a manufactured, wounded disappointment. "I'm out there killing mysel

ver, to reassure him. But not tonight. I just looked up at him, at this stranger wearing my

as there to exp

ve. He was used to my compliance, my apologies. This quiet, stea

o me! What did you talk about? Is he coming

t everything in his world belonged to him, to be managed and controlled. My s

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ck. He let out a cold, dismissive laugh. "Probably some silly, emotional nons

o my hands, his eyes boring

ric, tight with a silent battle of wills. This

t fight. Not yet. I needed mo

play the part of the dutiful fiancée, w

ng on the coffee tab

across the screen. The

ould read it perfectly. Ethan, sta

miss you already. You

single, vulgar, unmis

leaving behind a core of pure ice. The casual, sordid intimacy of

his voice. He thought my hesitation was because I couldn't

tal stab that killed any lingering sentiment I had for t

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Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Fiancée's Comeback
Rising From Ashes: The Betrayed Fiancée's Comeback
“For eight years, I played the role of the perfect, submissive fiancée to New York billionaire Ethan Hayes, giving up my jewelry design career to be the graceful ornament on his arm. That was until I found a receipt for a romantic dinner and a custom sapphire bracelet-identical to my engagement gift-meant for Chloe, a younger socialite. When Chloe deliberately spilled red wine on my white gown at the Met Gala, Ethan didn't defend me. Instead, he shielded his mistress from the cameras and glared at me. "Ava, apologize to Chloe. Now." My humiliation didn't end there. I soon discovered his mother had sanctioned the affair all along just to protect their corporate alliances, telling me my job was simply to learn tolerance. To the Hayes dynasty, I was nothing but a compliant broodmare. Even worse, Ethan was secretly plotting to merge our assets after the wedding so he could fully control and eventually discard me. I had sacrificed my youth, my talent, and my identity for a man who viewed our entire relationship as a calculated business transaction. The sheer, naked cruelty of it left me feeling completely dehumanized and suffocated in a gilded cage. But I didn't cry, and I didn't confront him. Instead, I smiled, pretended to forgive his "minor indiscretions," and threw myself into planning the most lavish, highly-publicized engagement party at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They wanted a show, so I was going to give them a spectacular execution.”