The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 3

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, who was nestled against Blake's side like a contented cat. The

eyes gleaming with victory. "You're making a scene. We're all s

flipped through the pages. My lawyer and I

a much thicker folder, and dropped i

urs," I said. "

t was twice as thick as his, filled with

as yesterday, was the natural expiration date of the contract," I state

is my notice of termination, along with a detailed invoice fo

e eyes scanned the pages, his brow

eyes landed on the staggering figure in th

greedy!" she blurted out, forgetting

stipulates, Ms. Price. Unlike some

wn, his gaze complex. "Yo

place I don't belong," I said, m

then gave a curt nod. "Fine. I'

ad a

that room. I turned and walked out, not

illed with expensive things Blake had bought me, gest

nly my own clothes and the few preciou

and quietly helped me fold a sweat

ree years, Mrs. Finch," I said, giving

house felt like shedding a heavy, suffocating skin.

into a suite at The Langham. I needed a n

ther's funeral, I was exhausted, hollowed out.

e elevator. Just as the doors were slidi

aces froze the instant they saw me. Sophie, clinging to Blake's arm, cut off her gigg

o the nines f

pressed myself into the corner, turning my

e's eyes on me, a hea

ped out, heading toward a private lounge called

ulder, her eyes flashing with provocation. She whispe

disappear through the lounge doors. The fire I

gone, so they cou

started

button for th

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The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

Herculie Dipietro Modern

“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.”