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Five Years In Hell: The Ex-Wife's Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1051    |    Released on: Today at 16:10

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t the officers pushed me outside, sweat mixing with the r

police lights, my eyes stayed locked on Chadwic

I staggered against the wet, cold metal door of the

gathered the last shred of strength left

will never lo

k stopped dead in his tracks, h

t the roar of the storm. The engine thundered to

d plastic seat, closed my eyes, and l

and stopped outside the towering concrete wal

th chain-link fencing, heavy iron doors clanging shut be

cated my cheap wedding ring, tilting my chin up

into a star player's money," she sneered. "Y

threw me a stiff orange jumpsuit, a

of damp mold, then slammed the heavy steel door with a c

rms wrapped around my knees, gasping

neighboring cells. Chadwick's reach had clearl

ng, a faint, almost imperceptible f

, I pressed trembling fingertips against my fla

onth. Fear and panic exploded in my

throat, I bit my lip hard, refusing t

favoritism had already wounded me to the bone, yet on the nig

n was Anabel's-clearly, unmistakably Anabel's-yet I st

But right then and there, I swore my oath-the man who had thro

and forced myself to breathe. For this child, I had t

end at last, in the echo of i

ver cleared all year long, the white fog of scalding irons hiding the hands that pinned me down. When the iron pi

-and then there was nothing. When I woke, my little finger had healed crooked into an angle no finger

erating table" was a wooden plank covered in a filth

through the fabric, I heard the sound of my own body being ripped apart. No anesthesia. Only the midwife's h

ed every blow down-until, five years later, th

ht fell upon

pled right hand buried deep in my pocket, I stepped onto t

k Justi

obby, I watched the patrol car's red and blue lights vanish into t

echoes in my ears, rattling the com

nd forced a low, suppres

her murder

ed into the muddy water and crystal shards on the marbl

ess in her eyes when my hand was ar

, edged up cautiously, offering a clean whi

strode down the players' tunnel toward the locker room,

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Five Years In Hell: The Ex-Wife's Revenge
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“I loved Chadwick Justice, the powerful NHL superstar and heir to a sports empire, for fifteen years. But everything shattered the day he accused me of pushing his pregnant mistress down an escalator. "Do you really think I'd believe a murderer's excuses? Anabel was carrying my child!" He refused to listen to the truth. He forced me to sign divorce papers, kicked my knees out to make me bow before her memorial, and threw me into a federal prison. To please him, the inmates cornered me in the laundry room and smashed my right hand inch by inch with iron pipes, leaving me permanently crippled. I survived five years of pure hell and an unmedicated C-section in an underground clinic just to safely give birth to my son. I swore the arrogant man who destroyed my life would never learn of my child's existence. But five years later, his teammates spotted my son's identical gray-blue eyes at a local ice rink. Chadwick used his family's political pull to kidnap my five-year-old boy straight from his kindergarten. Looking at my twisted, half-missing pinky finger, the last shred of my mercy for this man completely vanished. I parked my battered car across the main entrance of his corporate headquarters and calmly walked into the lobby. If he wanted a war, I would tear his empire down to the ground.”