Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chapter 4

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tion. Chloe's back was pressed against a strong body, the familiar an

r. A surge of shame and anger washed over her. She pushed him away, placed her hands f

here?" she demande

aze sweeping over her disheveled figur

w show? Are they tr

re than a scheming schemer. He could spend an entire night comfo

t," she retorted, her voice i

distressed demeanor. That was th

and his expression stiffened. He

harpening. "Levin called me. He said you asked him to draf

ach word clear and precise. "I'm

short, incre

ust because I didn't answer your call, y

ess. And he downplayed it all. A wave of grief and anger

t his hand suddenly shot out and

go," she

he smooth white ointment covering the an

pened to

. Was that concern? He probably thought

ly. She wouldn't give him an exp

disbelief, but his thumb lightl

ld almost smell the lingering sce

from his grasp. "Your concern is a bit che

ing moment, she saw something, something wounded, but it was instantly

his voice low and dangerous. "Is this

nger she had married. He knew nothing. He didn't c

laugh. "Yes. I think so. I almost died tonight

e her. This was no longer an accusation. It was a st

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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.”