The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 5

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't look away. This woman, Emilia, the line of her jaw, the fi

ily's photo albums.

lost child... my cousin... my hear

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face, as if trying to

scrawled his name at the bo

e. She took the signed document,

h, her voice thick with manufactured tears. "Emilia,

a winter grave. "I ruined his party? Sophie, you ruined

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contempt, then simply walked ar

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her space. But m

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up and offering her a bottle of wat

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business card into her hand. "Not for any other reas

at me. She said nothing, just tur

brother. "Ethan, I need you to run a check on someone. Emilia

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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.”