Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chapter 6

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ct, faithful loyalty, and this was her reward. This filth

t of humiliation, coalesced into

idn't know she posses

th his cheek was a sharp, clean cra

t her feet, a soft heap on the floor. She didn't flinch,

tared at her, his eyes wide with stunned disbelief. This quiet, compliant woman ha

to fists. Just as the violence was about to erupt

e spell. He automatically reached

ved, instantly replaced by urgent concern. He didn't glance at Chl

, raw and powerful, hit him in the back. "My

. But he didn't turn around. He didn't say a word. He just walke

nt room, the final nail in t

imbs trembling. He didn't care that she'd hit him. He didn't care that she

as no

opened a social media app. Ashley Burris's profile wa

ley, pale and fragil

ting up again. So scared. Thank

The same old trick. An

ust so profound it made her gag again washed over her. She hugg

trolled, but loud, ugly sobs for her w

until she

ck into the bathroom, her movements stiff,

uld no

r clothes. She packed only the things that were truly hers: a few pairs of jean

transfer. She calculated the total of every allowance Julian had

ith nothing but what she cam

ok one last look at the opulent prison she had

e front door and

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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.”