Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chapter 5

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er. "Your poor acting is becomin

of a life you could never have dreamed of. You lived in this house, yo

er grandmother's life. She gave him

t care about

guilt. He hated losing control, and her

ier. But he was faster. He grabbed her arm, spun her around a

could leave," he s

sp escaped her lips as he carried her with long, firm steps toward t

ing on his lips. "Play the role of a good wife, C

elop her. He braced his hands on either side of her head, his shadow loom

ossession. This is punishm

ay?" she asked, turnin

ween her legs, which was

Chloe." His warm breath

ntly pierced her. But ange

th venom. "Didn't get what you wanted from Miss Bo

A storm was gath

it a

said, don't touch me with hands that ha

. "Have you forgotten the terms of our agreement, Chloe? Y

hem close to hers. It wasn't a

his collar. It wasn't his cologne. It was Ashley perfume. The

ged up h

uddenly pushed him away-forcefully-and crawled a

nd violent nausea. The luxurious bedroom was filled w

Julian froze, his desire replaced

eyes blazed with murderous intent. She rejected him. Not just

ly calm. "Why are you vomiting so much

sical blow. Chloe stopped gagging, slowly raised her head,

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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.”