The Unwanted Wife And Her Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 7

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r. The hand on my chin tightened for a sec

a hurt he probably didn't even recognize himself. "Emilia, u

ere to question me about other men? Right after your af

t. His jaw tightened, th

y table, shattering the ten

ed it up, making su

g things on Sophie. Might

cross my face. I type

he fire in his eyes roared back to li

?" he demanded, his

out flinching. "I told you.

ed the phone back at me. "Fine. Great. Yo

iding back into place. "My office. Tomorrow at ten

ean?" I asked,

here. We can have a face-to-face confrontation. Sett

ce. A chance to expose

"I'll have my lawyers inform the press that our 'divorce' is becau

ists clenching. He always knew e

d, then turned and stormed out of my

ustries headquarters. His office was on the top

ophie was beside him, her eyes red and puffy, playing the victim. Across

oldly. "Maria, tell us what you

lly at Blake. She began to recount how Sop

a tearful defense, claiming it was all a misund

forth, a circus of

. "Emilia, you've heard it.

itful face. And I decided I was

ag, and pulled out the signed divorce papers. I walked ov

n there's no major conflict between us as a couple

put a hold on this

eous. Blake's pupils con

lia, are y

to Sophie, "I have the right to remove certain undesira

een this coming. She jumped to her feet, her

me, her nails

. I sideste

rward, lost her balance, and fell with a scream to

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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.”