The Silent Wife's Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 7

Word Count: 753 | Released on: 06/08/2026

tudy. But he couldn't escape it. Its faint, clean scent seemed

uarterly reports glowing on his monitor, but

pital room. Chloe on her knees. The bloody k

him. He saw it. The e

hadn't visited in years, a quiet v

were first married. She was quiet, yes, but her eyes held a light.

t was after Stella's accident

ed with a glass of warm milk. "Damien, don't work to

. "I'm not upset," he

l don't understand why you're keeping her things. Onc

und, his eyes sharp. "Who

do you mean? You're not thinki

person is innocent until proven guilty." He was reciting a l

sked, her voice rising. "Have you forgotten how

ehind his eyes. "I haven't forgotten. I just.

ce more to the coat. He picked it up. The soft cashmere was a w

inhaled. The familiar scent hit him with the force of a punch, making his ch

a cold, steril

possible luxury. The baby in her womb shifted,

y. This was her only comfort no

fall. She had to get out. Sh

ts, searching for a flaw in Stella's perfect

into a heavy, troubled sleep, only

Julia, bloody and broken

cold eyes boring into her

a, holding a baby, smiling triumphant

t upright, her body dr

about revenge for herself and her mother anymore. She had to protect

in his study all night,

hades of gray and pink, he picked up

and lack of sleep. "Get me all the security footage from the Serenity Peak

prising him, "Especially the hallways an

ng sun. For the first time, a genuine crack

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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."”