The Neglected Wife's Return To The Top

Chapter 7

Word Count: 596 | Released on: 27/05/2026

for a decade. The devastation of the night before was locked away behind a mask

r third weddin

piece of toast. When she lo

er tomorrow," she said, her tone conversational. "It's

rdians. The gala was a non-negotiab

t washed over his features. He was still o

said quickly.

gift box on the chair beside her and slid it across the polished mah

gift," she said,

eyes. He reached out and took it, his fingers brushing against her

ers he had already signed. Her gift

over in his hands. He didn't open it. "A

ver her. "I don't feel well," she said, her voice a little hoarse.

eft without a b

ring at the gift box. He was abo

at the scre

refully cultivated panic. "Clark? They really did it. All my cards are de

Anabel evaporated, replaced by

instantly soothing. "I'll handle

gift box, then up the stairs in the direction Ana

oward the guest suite, the u

ar-streaked and beautiful, he handed her a platinum

the blue box. "What's that?" she aske

hide it behind his back. "It'

celebrating your anniversary? While my husba

fective. Clark was trapped, stammering a

change from a crack in her doorway. She had known this

ut hope. It was about ceremon

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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.”