The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Author: Marnie Nomura

Chapter 1

Word Count: 846 | Released on: 06/08/2026

even, each toll a heavy hammer blow agains

her dress, her knuckles white. Her gaze was fixe

rs burs

ing the chill of the New York ni

even loo

long mahogany table. The sound cracked t

to the coffee table in front of her. They scattered slightly,

d of any emotion, echoing

eyes wide with disbelief at the man who was, in name, h

ad stolen her voice. She could only lift a trembling

his head away in disgust. "I have no inte

t. She lowered her hand and, with a surge of desperatio

y, but his expression only grew colder, laced with re

casting a suffocating shadow. "I

hand jerked, water sloshing over the rim. He looked from Damien's rigid b

She wanted to scream, to explain, but her throat was a bl

d touched something unclean. "The agreement is gene

and threw it onto the papers.

ve ten

e liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass of whiskey

Two years. Two years since she married into the Beaumont family, an

herself in front of Damien's sister, Stella, saving her but

ted the crash out of jealousy. He hated her for it. Hat

nutes

acing the heavy crystal glass

t moved. The impatience on

enace. He grabbed her wrist, his grip like s

mbled, her other hand flying

p forward, his f

glare from Damien

u won't sign," he snarled, a cruel satisfaction in his v

in their master suite. The mattr

blue eyes burning with a mixture of

n her in an instant, his weight pinning her down

pered, the words a venomous promise, "y

ing tears. He took her with a punishing forc

broken form on the bed without a flicker of w

as if he had just compl

and cruel. "If this child is truly mine, I will keep it. As

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The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

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“I saved my husband's sister in a car crash, losing my voice in the process. But my husband, Damien, believed I orchestrated the accident out of jealousy. For two years, he treated me like garbage. He finally threw a divorce agreement at me and banished me to a clinic to care for his "comatose" sister, Stella. But the moment we were alone, Stella opened her eyes with a malicious smile. She had faked the coma for two years. She even whispered that her mother had murdered mine. Before I could react to the horrific truth, Stella grabbed a fruit knife, slashed her own arm deep, and shrieked for help. Damien burst through the door. Seeing the bloody knife at my feet, his eyes filled with pure, murderous hatred. He ignored my desperate, silent tears and the fact that I was pregnant with his child. "I am going to send you to hell," he snarled. He had me thrown into a brutal city detention center and specifically ordered the guards to make me suffer. My food was stolen, my bedding was soaked, and I was shoved around by hardened inmates. In that freezing cell, clutching my stomach to protect my baby, I couldn't understand how a man could be so blindly vicious to his own wife. But the starvation and abuse burned away my last pathetic trace of love, leaving only a cold, bottomless hate. When his formidable grandmother finally bailed me out, I didn't cry or beg. I walked straight up to Damien and handed him a new divorce agreement, demanding full custody and five percent of his company shares. My hands moved with sharp, deliberate precision. "This is what you owe me."”