Divorced And Disgraced: My Spectacular Comeback

Chapter 10

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doors slid sh

issued clothes. I stood on the sidewalk for a long moment, w

r me. No black car. N

tover cash from my clutch, the only thing the Mann family hadn't bothered to confiscate

ted wa

st another anonymous body in the crowd, invisible in my cheap sneakers and borrowed jacket. A week ago, I'd

ed under the bandage. My body ached in ways I didn't want to think about. But I c

mewhere safe. Somewhere the

that. A hotel? I'd burn through the little money I had left in two nights. N

was only

ovan. My

t the company hit rough waters. The woman who, along with her precious daughter Falo

y. To the outside world, she was still my stepmother. And as long as I was

ine. Let h

he paper still warm from being pressed against

threw away. He must have known-even before the wedding-that the M

ings. Mine, no matter what, until I tur

Falon. That was the part they'd been counting on.

been dead for three years, but in this

in my bag. The one that claimed she was a mobster's d

s true. May

her people decide what my

ment carefully and slip

with the last of my loose chang

one place

idence on the U

and leaned my head against the col

That I'd crawl away, humiliat

were

t runni

house, sit at their table, and smile whi

expected it, I was going

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“I was the dutiful wife of New York's most dazzling hockey star, but I woke up naked in a trashed hotel suite. Before I could even process the tearing pain, a TMZ headline exploded on my phone, showing a high-resolution photo of me in bed with a strange man. My husband, Jefferson, burst through the door with a pack of reporters, his eyes holding no anger, only a cold, satisfied smirk. He tossed a divorce agreement on the rumpled sheets. "I've been sick of you for months, Claire. Sign it, and we're done." I later overheard him on the phone with my stepsister, Falon. They had drugged my champagne, orchestrated the scandal, and even planned to erase my newly discovered pregnancy so they could finally get married. When I refused to sign and tried to expose them, my mother-in-law shoved me into a marble fireplace. I woke up in a hospital, heavily guarded by their men, and was coldly informed that my baby was gone. To force me out without a single penny, Jefferson's lawyer threatened to leak fabricated documents branding my late, beloved mother as the illegitimate daughter of a mobster. To protect her memory, I signed away my entire life and was thrown onto the freezing streets. They thought I was utterly destroyed, a penniless joke who would disappear forever. But they forgot I still held the ultimate claim to my father's corporate empire. I wiped my bloodstained forehead, hailed a cab, and headed straight back to the viper's nest-my stepmother's house. This time, I was coming for revenge.”