Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chapter 2

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in a sterile room for someone who would never come was unbearable. The Sterlin

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could spend an entire night in the hospital for Ashley, yet he couldn't answer a single phon

being the perfect "Mrs. Sterling"

r forearm, her movements indifferent; the pain no longer stirred

by the roadside, her shadow cast long after her by the glaring yellow streetlights

ng over the gravel driveway, and came to a stop in front of the grand Tudor-style mansion.

old. Every piece of furniture, every work of art,

anging above the fireplace. A younger, more innocent Chloe smiled shyly at the camera. Ju

a man fulfillin

the true nature of the portr

che through her bruised body. She didn't bother turning on the light, ins

able vibrated, its screen

mmer of hope flickered within her. Only a vast and weary e

ce was short and impatient. It was the tone

ore, a faint female voice came

...I'm

s breaking. "Who

siness; you've overs

ulian said. The call ended. H

line rang in her ears. She thought of the news reports, the articles praising Julia

ld, curled up alone in this huge house. He had once tol

fell cold," he le

s slight discomfort. She had not only lost a husband she

spirit. His desire to

ing. It's time to

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“Chloe almost died in a massive fire that reduced her childhood home to ashes. Lying on a stretcher, choking on smoke, she desperately called her billionaire husband, Julian. He sent her straight to voicemail. Sitting alone in the emergency room, she looked up at the TV and saw the breaking news. Julian was at another hospital, standing vigil for his ex-girlfriend, Ashley. Ashley was just feeling a little cold, so Julian dropped everything to drape his coat-the very coat Chloe had saved up for six months to buy him-over her shoulders. When Chloe finally dragged her burned, exhausted body back to their mansion, Julian returned only to sneer at her angry red burns. "What's this? A new performance to get me to come home?" He pinned her to the bed, reeking of Ashley's perfume, and demanded she fulfill her wifely duties. For three years, Chloe had buried her identity as a talented screenwriter to play his perfect, docile wife. Yet, her near-death experience meant nothing compared to another woman's minor discomfort. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She was nothing but a convenient shield to him. The last shred of her love turned to ash. She slapped him hard across the face, packed a single suitcase, and transferred every dime he had ever given her back to his account-adding exactly one cent for interest. Then, she dusted off her old laptop to accept a massive Hollywood movie deal, and sent a courier to publicly serve Julian divorce papers right in the middle of his elite Manhattan club.”