Rising From Fire: The Betrayed Wife's Return

Chapter 3

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, wrapped in the dee

her room to Caspian's. She pressed her ear against the cold plaster, li

rning had been clear, and she couldn't ri

ant clothes, lay a set of compact, state-of-the-art medical diagnostic tool

ity. A legitimate reas

empty except for a single place setting for her. A maid informed her that Mr. A

the maid about Caspian's conditio

nge," the young woman said, her voice full of p

an?" Elara asked. "I'd like

'am," the maid stammered.

ough the air from the doorway.

rk, paused for a fraction of a se

bespoke suit. His assistant, Cole Price, hovered behind

said calmly, meeting hi

his eyes never leaving her face. "Elara Vance... A fine nam

r-old death certificate were her shie

ow. "Is there a problem wit

ch his eyes. "No. It just remind

u married my poor uncle for the money.

n napkin, and her movements were unhurried, graceful. "I

ng spoken to this way, especially by some

lse, you'll have to excuse me." She g

s on her back, but she had what she

oor, to Caspian's room. Two guards

er voice firm. "Mr. Arthur has giv

st communicator, confirmed her story

oor. The room was dim, smelli

ubes connecting him to the silent machines. His face was im

hildren. A man entangled in her f

monitors. Under the cover of adjusting his blank

strange, erratic flutter. It was completely incon

es nar

d. A complex, insidious neurotoxin s

uld sa

ck would be the ult

ed a silver needle, thinner than a human hair. As she smoothed the blanket over

could be drawn. The first dose was admin

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Rising From Fire: The Betrayed Wife's Return

Yan Huo Romance

“Six years ago, I was tied to a cold metal chair in an abandoned warehouse, staring in disbelief at my fiancé and my half-sister. They didn't just steal the medical patent I spent countless nights perfecting. They sneeringly revealed that my fiancé had never touched me, and the baby I was carrying actually belonged another person, whom they had drugged me to sleep with. To cover up their conspiracy and steal my inheritance, my half-sister poured gasoline over my body. My fiancé tossed a lighter, and I screamed in pure agony as the wall of fire swallowed me. I watched them walk away arm in arm without a single glance back. I barely survived, crawling out of the burning hell with my skin charred and my identity reduced to ashes. For six agonizing years, I endured brutal surgeries to reconstruct my face, living like a ghost in the shadows. I couldn't fathom how the people I loved could be so monstrous, leaving me to burn while they basked in the glory of my stolen achievements. But they didn't know I crawled out of that inferno. Today, I stepped into their sprawling estate with a new face, signing a contract to marry that very same comatose man-My fianc é's uncle. I am going to wake my husband, rescue my blind son, and drag my murderers straight to hell.”