Gaslit By Him, Reborn From Ashes

Chapter 3

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Fische

"so picky it's unbearable." It wasn't just criticism - it was a

fined Matcha Wellness Café" was just getting started in the city, when investors questioned t

n like it was his own victory. My parents were initially skeptical about my choice to start a busines

hildhood bond. He couldn't see Kelly's malice. His judgment had vanish

weakness - it was a deliberate choice. There was

eyes, Kelly was the innocent

message on my private social media: "The taste of bet

me appeared on my screen.

Are you still blaming me? I apologized. I made a mistake. You're being so

lly, you've tried to se

orrow night. Everyone's coming. Why don't you come? We can hash it out face to face. You can tell everyone what a 'monster' I am, an

e anyway. I didn't have the strength to

The thought of Kelly "winning," of her painting me as the villain, was u

" I typed, my r

t out of the ICU. Why are you causing trouble?" He sighed, exasperation in his voice. "It's just a small gathering. Why d

He'd reduced my life-threatening allergy to "picky eating," nothing more than an inconvenience that would

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“I have a deadly peanut allergy, but my fiancé Jason's childhood best friend Kelly thinks I'm just making a big deal out of nothing. Under the guise of "treatment," she deliberately poured peanut oil into my soup, sending me straight to the ICU in anaphylactic shock. And Jason didn't defend me at all - instead, he emotionally manipulated me, saying she "meant well." While I was fighting for my life, they secretly moved away and stole my multi-million-dollar matcha café brand, putting Kelly in charge. When I went to confront them, Jason's family surrounded me and threatened me - I couldn't leave unless I ate a bowl of noodles with peanut oil. I was forced to eat that bowl of noodles, which resulted in a stomach perforation, and I nearly died again. I couldn't understand how the man who once supported my dreams could watch me struggle in agony and still call me "hard to please." In his eyes, my love and my life were worthless - nothing compared to his sick loyalty to her. After the surgery, I didn't shed another tear. I called my lawyer. Let the full-scale legal battle begin!”