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Reborn As Phoenix: The Fake Wife's Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 579    |    Released on: Today at 18:35

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wave of sound from the other end. It wasn't the quiet hum of an office. It was the clink of silve

small. A cold stone settl

in the background. "Oh, Dante, forget about

entire Instagram feed was a curated shrine to th

h the line, sharp with impatience

his go-to excuse, the one he used whenever he didn't want to be bothered. For three years, I had chosen to

s tumbling out in a rush. "He's dying. The doct

ightly my knuckles were white. I waited

d a rustling sound, as if he'd moved the phone away from his mouth. I cou

even colder than before. "I told you

ked, rising in pitch. "He is dying! D

ile hallway. A passing nur

ugh the phone. "The hospital will

w of his brow, the dismissive wave of his hand.

ow, hot tears streaming down my face. "Onl

n my life I had ever be

floated through, clearer this time.

He gave me his final ve

one last time, but the only sound was th

ng up

begging for my brother's

e tiny flame of hope that had flickered to life was gone, extinguished by a tid

single, piercing, continuous note, a blade of sound

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Reborn As Phoenix: The Fake Wife's Revenge
Reborn As Phoenix: The Fake Wife's Revenge
“My brother Luca was dying in the ICU, his failing heart desperately needing my billionaire husband's private medical team to survive. I called Dante, crying and begging him to save the only family I had left. "I'm in the middle of closing a billion-dollar deal. Don't bother me." He coldly hung up on me, leaving me to watch my brother flatline. Moments later, my phone lit up with an Instagram post from his mistress. The "billion-dollar deal" and the world-class surgeon Dante promised me were actually used to perform an emergency C-section on her pet cat. To him, my brother's life wasn't even worth as much as a cat. Worse, when I tried to file for divorce, the lawyer told me there was no record of our marriage. The lavish wedding, the judge, the vows-it was all a meticulously constructed sham. I was never his legal wife, just a disposable plaything he kept around for obedience. I had endured three years of his coldness and control, believing his promise to protect my family. Instead, his lies cost my brother his life, and he later left me trapped in a burning car to save his mistress. After surviving the wreckage, the gentle, obedient Elara died completely. I calmly dialed the number of his greatest rival. "I need extraction." This time, I will become the fire that burns his entire empire to the ground.”