The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 6

Word Count: 643 | Released on: 06/08/2026

le and three chairs. Chloe sat on one of the cold plastic seats. The ha

an. "This is Ms. Price," the officer said. "

rd questions-name, date of birth, address-and Chloe answe

n the morning of October 26th, assa

body wen

e met the officer's eyes. Her hands moved with sha

is notepad, his face impassive. "So you're claimin

ed emphati

he officer asked. "Did any

lone in the room. There was no pro

e was take

ness, Mr. Damien Beaumont, who saw you kneeling at the scene with the weapon bes

e face of such a perfectly crafted lie, the tru

he explained, her story sounded like a desperate fant

at the Beau

ivorce agreement still lay on the coffee table, a r

celyn, were seated on the sofa, their f

mstick sent to where she belongs!"

. A mute who thought she could climb into the Beaumont family. And now

sened his tie with a sharp tug a

tly directing the maids to

. The sight of it is an ey

oat, a simple beige garment that wa

er it, and he spoke wi

They all turne

d as surprised by his own outburst a

, he walked over and took th

scent. Not perfume, but somet

l room. Not angry, not pleading, but utterly empty. Dead. The memory was

with that piece of trash?"

is voice harsh. "... Nothing. Jus

hat Lillian and Jocelyn were stunned

alked up the stairs. He shut himself in his study, le

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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."”