The Neglected Wife's Return To The Top

Chapter 2

Word Count: 749 | Released on: 27/05/2026

nds were perfectly steady. The storm inside her had passed, leaving a cold, h

ang

house you call a home," Chloe's voice, sharp wi

nt," Anabel said, her voice devoid of an

her sleek Manhattan office, pushing designer gl

rty minutes," Chloe said. "And don't be an

, Clark was pushing five-year-old Leo on a swing. Kathryn sat on a nearby bench, a so

e was the empty space around

ng about being tired. It wasn't time he needed. It was a different woman. The polite rejecti

ecting her; he had

f temptation to be resisted

ecklace. She'd treasured it. Now she was certain it had been ordered by his

than anything. She had poured everything into building

zed with a sickening lurch. She h

up the grand staircase. She needed a copy of their pre-nupt

offering no comfort. She went straight to the built-in filing cabinet. As she searched, her knuckles

n compa

code. His birthday. Her fingers trembled slightly as she keyed i

secret business deals. Just a sing

ifted it out. It felt hea

open

eenage girl with bright, hopeful

hryn reading in a library, a sliver of sun on her profile. Kathryn at her engagement party to Aidan,

ed every stage

t a single photograph of her. Not one. In the officia

the doorbell echoe

ed from the hallway. "A Mis

n space and sealed it shut. She smoothed her dress, took a deep br

on in the garden. It was a meticulous, dec

and saw Chloe standing in the foye

t a time. When she reached the bottom,

," she said, her v

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“For three years, I maintained the flawless image of Mrs. Clark Saunders, believing my husband's polite distance was just his form of respect. That was until I overheard him in the garden, confessing that he only married me to stay in the estate and protect his late brother's widow, Kathryn. When Kathryn fainted, Clark shoved me aside to rush to her. He immediately moved the widow and her spoiled son into the suite next door. When the boy deliberately shattered the only photograph of my dead parents, Clark simply scolded me. "Ana, he's just a child. Are you really going to throw a grieving woman and her son out?" On our third anniversary, he abandoned me at a ruthless high-society gala to buy Kathryn a six-million-dollar diamond necklace. As punishment for my husband's absence, my strict family matriarch forced me to stand outside in a freezing blizzard in a thin evening gown. Clark didn't care if I froze to death; he was busy comforting his crying sister-in-law in a luxury hotel. I had always thought he just needed time. But I overheard him tell Kathryn he had never touched me because he was "saving himself" for her. I wasn't a wife. I was a convenient shield, a piece of furniture in their twisted love story. But they underestimated me. I tricked him into signing divorce papers hidden in a stack of charity documents. I packed my bags, demanded my six million dollars, and walked out the door. It was time they learned what a real crisis looked like.”