Phoenix Heat, A Wife's Cold Vengeance

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

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atically. "Just endless, endless worry. The market is brutal. Investors are ruthless. I'm

ancing at me

my face caref

shirt and worn jeans from ye

man under such immense "pressure." There were no ragged cuticles, no s

ands of leisure

oice hoarse from the dry, hot air.

the room tilting. My sk

y annoyed for a split second before smoot

felt distant, alien. "I know, I know. It's tough. But we're almost there. Just a little lo

t. My shirt was damp, clinging uncomfortably to my back and be

asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Just a

icker of irrita

running. My hopes rose. Maybe, just mayb

ing a steaming mu

heated skin. "Warm water. Much better for you, sweetie. Cold water can shock your syste

ng it with even more heat. The thought of d

lightly. "Thinking only of your comfort when we're facing such ha

weak hand. The hot liquid s

a disappr

patted my shoulder, a quick, dismissive gesture. "Big interview toda

walked towar

, my fingers cur

ost. Kandy's apartment. That was where he was really going. And thanks to Kandy's public Instagram, I knew exactly which luxur

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Phoenix Heat, A Wife's Cold Vengeance

Duwu Qingyang Modern

“During a brutal Phoenix heatwave, my husband unplugged our AC and fridge, claiming we were broke and needed to save every penny for our unborn twins. But I discovered he had frozen our joint accounts to fund a lavish lifestyle for his mistress, buying her designer bags and a heavily air-conditioned luxury apartment. When I started bleeding heavily and begged him for twenty dollars for a cab to the hospital, he just laughed. "You're just trying to manipulate me. Drink some hot water and stop being so dramatic." He hung up on me. Dragging my bleeding body down six flights of stairs, I saw him through the glass of a premium birthing center, happily paying for his mistress's care. I lost my twins alone in a public ER, opting for a D&C without anesthesia just to carve the betrayal into my bones. When he came home and saw my blood-soaked clothes, he actually looked relieved when I lied that it was just a heavy period. I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly slipped the signed divorce papers into the lining of his new designer suit, ready to make him pay.”