Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chapter 3

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walk-in closet, a room even l

e belonged to Mrs. S

lived on instant noodles, dedicating herself entirely

werful producer, a man known for his groping. Julian was also present. He noticed her discomfor

ss me in publi

y played a few minor roles, is now starring in a

oted herself entirely to playing the submissive wife he seemed to want. Sh

and anger, surged up her throat. It

self-pity. It's time to

st covered it. She blew the dust away, opened the lid, and waited for it to

ars. The inbox was mostly spam, but an unread email from two weeks prior cau

t starte

go. He praised her writing style and the characters she created. He said it was e

enough for her to live on for several years. It would also be

s beckoni

ided. Chloe Hayes, the wife about to be abando

and uncerta

he reply came almost immediately. The producer wan

ragedy and more like an inevitability. She scrolled through her cont

vin's o

er voice steady and clear. "I need yo

er throat seemed to subside. She walked into the main bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Sh

ng time, a spark gleamed in hi

accessory. She

ld water on her face, washing away he

was slippery from her earlier haste. Sh

ms, a soft gasp escaped her lips. She saw

m door burst open. A pair of strong arms encircled her

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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.”