The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 4

Word Count: 681 | Released on: 27/08/2026

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d smoothed down my simple black dress. Then, with my

block my path. "I'm sorry, m

rd from my wallet. "I'm Emilia," I sa

immediately stepped aside and opened the d

as filled with Chicago's sports and business elite. It was

olding a champagne flute, acting every bit the lady of the m

ed, and a wave of hushed whispers swept through

ilia? What is

. The tabloids were all a

brow instantly furrowed. Soph

straight to the bar and

shock of red hair making him stand out. He watched me with

. "Looks like tonight's a

iquid burned a fierce, welcome path down my throat, a s

her voice a venomous hiss. "Emilia, what are you

t my voice level, but loud enough for those nearby to hear. "As Blake's

sp rippled through the nearest clusters of guests, their ey

hed. "But... you'r

I started walking toward Blake, the crowd parting for me like the Re

front of him, at the v

blazing with a si

ld the divorce agreement out to him. "Sign it. Then you can

ir mouths agape. A public divorce demand at a victory

ully constructed image of the returning sweetheart, the rightful queen, shatte

red at me, his voice low and dangerous. "

more sure of anyt

he red-haired Ranger, Rhys Beaumon

of shock, then a deep furrow of confusion, and finally, a profou

the papers a little closer

spered, my voice unwave

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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.”