The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 754 | Released on: 06/08/2026

linic was a sterile blend of antiseptic

guards. Her new job, she was informed, was to provide 24-ho

shment disgui

hispered as she passed, their eye

her to hear. "I can't believe Mr. Beaumont is letting her take care

palms. There was nothing she could do. Nothing bu

ore like a five-star hotel suite than a hospital room.

aceful. As if she were merely sleeping. This was Stella Sharp,

inside her. This was her half-sister, the one the Beaumonts had rais

Stella's arm with a damp cloth,

fell silent, the only sound th

d off in the chair, only to be jolated awa

ped her

of cold, mock

e in a deep coma, was propped up on her elbows, wat

med to pour down her spine. She tried

s ever, but each word was a poisoned needle. "T

ted at Stella, then at the door, trying

room. "Don't waste your energy. The doctors, the nurses... they're all a

admiring her nails. "And you, my dear Chloe,

A monstrous, two-y

ing in ragged gasps. She gripped the chair to ste

not. In his mind, I'm still his fragile, inn

iumphant pride. "He'll only believe that you, the evil

"he'll only cherish me more and despise you further

knew about the pregnancy. She hadn't just woken

e, Stella calmly reached for the

lying back down, her expression instantly shi

ust before the door burst open, "

s a mask of shock and elation at the sight of the "awa

racle!" Dr. Wallace exclaimed, r

Her first words were a faint whispe

Chloe with expressions of awe and gratitude

nessed a miracle. She had just fallen int

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The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Marnie Nomura Modern

“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."”