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Broken Ring: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 6 exposure of lies

Word Count: 702    |    Released on: 24/08/2026

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t and stepped out of the cam

up of warm water, his face riddled wit

of my eye, I spoke in a cold, calm tone.

anatorium took enormous risks to falsify your medical records as late-stage stomach cancer, a dangerous s

I stared straight at him and asked firmly, "I

out the slight

strictly sealed archives, safe from exter

dded

d don't my official records clearly state late-stag

slowly nodded, unable to

is all that matters. On paper, this is the trut

If this comes out someday, the consequences

warning look. "There are o

ulous recovery thanks to public goodwill and dedicated care. I become the pitiful survivor, and

osis-a major medical error that caused me to endure un

uestioned coolly, "Which of these two outcom

ckly bowed his head in apology. "I'm sorry, Miss Felicia. I spoke out of turn and

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sta

re body. A heavy, throbbing ache pulsed relentlessly in my lower abdomen, twisting every ne

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omment after comment in her favor, a suffo

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out, doubling over. Cold s

face instantly flooded wi

nother wave of agony ripped through me. It fe

A warm, wet gush

n was spreading across the lig

e sound a raw plea. "

mal, seized me. The

as the edges of my vision went dar

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“My husband, the brightest star in the NHL, handed me a divorce agreement. "It's just a PR divorce. I need a clean slate to be there for her in her final six months." He wanted to protect his dying first love from being called a homewrecker. What he didn't know was that I had just found out I was pregnant with his child. I hid the pregnancy, snapped the test in half, and signed the papers. I thought leaving quietly was enough, but his "saintly" first love wasn't satisfied. She orchestrated a media circus, faking a dramatic decline to frame me as a vindictive ex-wife. His rabid fans and the press swarmed me, shoving me to the concrete. As I lay there bleeding, nearly losing my baby, he fiercely protected her and sneered at me. "Stop making a scene, Calista. Your suffering is just a desperate cry for attention." Then, a hospital insider leaked the truth. The terminal illness was a complete lie. She only had a stomach ulcer, using theatrical blood packets to manipulate his guilt and annihilate my reputation. Looking at my bruised body and the ultrasound photo, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to ice. I didn't cry or beg. I handed him an irrevocable dissolution of marriage, waiving all my rights to his fortune. Then, I submitted an application for a national music competition under a brand new stage name. This time, I choose to live for myself.”