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The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1322    |    Released on: 26/05/2026

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as r

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reassuring smile. "Stable for now. Sh

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ab

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r, was becoming c

n the bedside table, her mo

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s Car

n almost casual triumph,

s heart

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bath

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is a business matter for Mr. Hawth

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was the b

n operating table, her husband had t

their child

came, was not the broken

as i

woman realizing she had been caught. "You're in my house. Wearing my bracelet. Sleeping in my bed. Enjoy it

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st ring. "Addy? What's up?

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hispered, and th

ces-the restaurant, the bracelet, the rejected calls, the em

oane's silence morphed from shoc

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iped the tears from her fac

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done c

one being

hower, a towel slung low on his lean hips, dr

aring nothing but one of his dress shirts, her

e, her hands tre

er voice lacking its usual smug

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ouring himself a scotch. "It's exhausting. W

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r mouth to argue,

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phone had not s

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explanation wi

than confronti

st into the hospital room, her f

r arm, and the slight mound under the blanket where he

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e low and even. "He can never know she was born." Sh

k on her face quickly replaced

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charge. "You rest. I'm g

don't you worry. He's going to pay

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from Carlen

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lted up in a lo

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read, "A n

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mly, she took

der on her phone and

ng her rejected calls to Julian, the timestamp of he

e murmured to hersel

own phone, saw it at the same time. A low growl e

er tracks. It was quiet, but held a core of steel.

roperty and called it a new chapter. When I'm done with her, her entire story will be

k on her face and

ing Adalynn Craig she

shed past her breaking point and had com

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The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game
The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game
“On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet-one I had flown across the world to get for him-onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.”