The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 4

Word Count: 767 | Released on: 06/08/2026

Chloe's head where it had hit the metal bed frame.

h the blur, she saw Damien's profile as he held Stella, his

hat way. Not even in the beginning

is deep, get ready for a transfusion!" "

urned, his tall shadow falling over Chloe. Each step

onger just cold, but filled with a pure, u

s. She wanted to tell him it was all Stella, all a lie. But she wa

glance at her hands. He just grabbed her wrist, hi

s voice low and dangerous. "I saw it with

ella being frantically worked on by the doctors. "Two years ago, yo

ve with her free hand, shaking her head, trying to con

our disgusting tears! I will never again belie

to "stir." She fluttered her eyelids open, her gaze lan

almost invisible, crossed her eyes be

arely audible. "Don't... it's not my s

coffin. "She was just... just so upset about what I said about o

the ultimate proof of Stella's inn

pity. When he looked back at Ch

ice dripping with contempt. "Even now, she's

It was over. With Damien, there was no comin

shaking her head. She simply looked

ep inside him, an uncomfortable, unfamiliar feeling. B

nsel. "Get the best medical and litigation teams

aled another number, his head of s

he nurses looked at Chloe wi

side, his voice softening. "Don't be afraid. I'

g at him with complete, trusting dependence,

e, slowly, deliberately carving

dull ache started in her lower abdomen, and she

le anymore. She turned and stared o

the man pushing her through them was the m

iren grew closer, a mournful sym

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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."”