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

Chapter 4

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the kitchen island of my suburban Boston apartment, awkwardly

y cardigan hiding the jagged self-harm scars on my wris

g," a calm young voice ca

ged on the leather sofa, a modified black laptop resti

, and a pair of sharp gray-blue eyes identical to Chadwick's

gg onto a plate, and walked over t

ou hacking into this

ian their final payments, and wiping our IP footprints while I'm at i

of his nose-every single day, I thanked whatever strength h

ulian Corbett walked in carrying two heavy grocery

adquarters," Julian said, setting the bags on the counter and lowerin

ened around the

o one in the North American sports world

keys without looking

des route through three servers in Icel

eather glove over my crippled right hand, and took Tobias in

way and merged into traffic,

from the speakers. "NHL superstar and Justice family heir Chadwick Jus

he steering wheel, knuckles w

ntire rooftop restaurant downtown tonight, wher

dashboard's power button, plun

ide, Tobias turned his sharp eyes toward me an

l for a second. Is it becaus

smile, I kept my

in here. Le

wn indoor ice center, where dozens of kids we

ed Tobias lace up his skates and glide onto

rked alone in the corner on sharp crossovers and outside-ed

e automatic doors of the center slid open, and several

handsome Latino face of Darrell Reyes-Chadwick's al

my coat collar, I slipped behind two bur

k-then froze on Tobias mid-stop in the c

hose eyes..." Darrell's muttering was loud enough fo

d wildly at the screen, then dialed a cal

to the ice rink right now

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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.”