The Neglected Wife's Return To The Top

Chapter 3

Word Count: 783 | Released on: 27/05/2026

y on the polished surface of the guest room table: a standard divorce petition and a s

s she slid the folder to Anabel. "He's drowning in

. The path forward was clear, stripped of all

that a

urst in without knocking. He held a small, hard baseball, his f

room now," h

is arm and hurled the ball. It struck the

one, clattered to the floor. Inside, the smiling faces of her parents were now

left h

ely, and knelt. She picked up a jagged piece o

," she said, her voice a quiet, chilling whisper, "that som

is lower lip trembled, and th

from her crying son to the shat

do to him?"

he scene: his distraught nephew, his furious sister

ing on?" h

ms. Then he turned his gaze to Anabel, his brow f

the floor. "Your 'child'," she said, her voice thick and ra

nd a flash of genuine guilt crossed his face. He knew how much

have it fixed. I'll

er eyes were swimming with tears, her pain so raw i

was trapped, despera

was

up the folder Chloe had given her, which she had already slipped

re," she said, her voice choked with unshed tears. She held the

e pen she offered. He saw the foundation's letterhead on the top page and flipped quickly thro

e finalized

r a multi-million

ook of relief on his face. He

back, a subtle rejecti

apped his arms around his leg. "Un

boy. He bent down, scooped him up ag

ance had been flawless. His guil

r hands no longer shaking. There were no mo

crossed, a smug, triumphant look o

rief second before turning

shifted. Kathryn jus

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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.”