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The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 809    |    Released on: Today at 16:34

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The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge
The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge
“I was in a one-year contract marriage with Blake, a powerful hockey star. I played the perfect, quiet wife while he still pined for his ex-girlfriend, Sophie. On the night of our anniversary, I got a frantic call from the care home. Sophie had visited my grandmother, taunting her with intimate photos of her and Blake, and deliberately provoked her into a fatal heart attack. When I confronted Blake at the hospital, he shielded a crying Sophie in his arms and coldly accused me of lying. He didn't care that my only family was dead. Instead, he used his immense wealth to erase the care home's security footage and threatened the only witness, a poor nurse, into changing her story. He even forced me to move back into his penthouse to maintain his public image, letting Sophie parade around my home. When Sophie faked a fall to frame me, Blake got hurt trying to catch her. He glared at me with pure disappointment. "Apologize. To her." I stared at the man I once thought I loved, my grief and despair solidifying into a cold, hard hatred. How could he demand I apologize to the woman who murdered my grandmother? I didn't cry or beg. I walked up to Sophie and slapped her across the face with all my strength. Then, I secretly met with Blake's biggest rival to make a deal. I would stay in Blake's golden cage, but this time, I wasn't the prisoner. I was the hunter.”