The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 745 | Released on: 06/08/2026

leepless night. She watched the actress in the bed, the wo

sionally flicking a triumphant glanc

he bowl away. The fragile look vanish

ella purred, dabbing her lips with a napkin. "Yo

r hands forming a sharp, ang

that's yours. Your husband, your status, everything

a conspiratorial hiss, like a snake. "Jus

nt rigid. Her mother, Julia Sharp, had died i

sfaction. "Oh, you didn't know? Did you real

. She stared at Stella, waiting for

high-and-mighty mother found out that your father, Richard Sharp, had me, his illegitimate daughter. She even orchestrated m

betrayal? She drove off in a rage, and then... boom!" St

kes a little. A perfect, tragic acc

of a physical blow. Her mother. Murdered. A

dical cart. Instruments and glass vials cra

couldn't breathe. She clutched her chest, sinking to her kn

icker of pure pleasure in her eyes

knife on the bedside table. H

ace streaked with tears,

cross her own forearm i

staining her white hospit

e knife. It landed at Chloe's feet. Her face

his to me!" Her shriek was sharp enough t

by her shoes to Stella's bleeding arm and her ter

d been

ious, undeniabl

e it slammed against the wall. The firs

er own blood, a gruesome wound on her arm. And Chloe, kneeling on the floor, the bloody weapon

ve of pure, murderous fury rolled of

de with brutal force. Her head crack

Stella into his arms, his voice tr

flooded in, gaspi

nd looked at Chloe with the eyes of a man

bit out, each word a vow. "I

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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."”