Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed

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too long. I wanted him to see me as the villain. I wanted him to hate me, because his hatred was a c

had watched Juliana' s carelessness destroy just days before, and h

e you hurt? Let me see," he murmured, his voice thick with a tenderness that was a phys

ked at me, a crumpled mess on the floor. "

t of the room. He shoved me toward the basement stairs. The heavy wooden d

're my obedient little Harper ag

l who smiled when she wanted to scream, who accepted cruelty as a substitute f

was trapped. The pain in my hand was a throbbing, relentless fire, and a deeper a

d roaches that skittered in the shadows, creatures I soon found myself fighting for the sta

My phone, miraculously still in my pocket with a sliver of battery left, became my calendar. I watched the date tick closer t

g sound. A rhythmic tapping coming from the wall behind a stack of old, mildewed cr

crate. Behind it, the stone was loose. I pulled it away, revealin

t, smelling of dust and forgotten things. At the end, a faint light shone from un

ended for the

hey were skeletal, their hair long and matted with grime, thei

re my p

rd was a choked, d

private plane crash three years ago, a tragedy th

gnition dawned, followed by a wave of heart-wrenching anguish.

g nonsensical words to himself. His brilliant mind, the mind th

wrapped my arms around their frail bodies. They

oaking into my mother' s thin, ragged

ure of terror and rage. She pointed a skeletal finger toward the ce

my veins tu

ingle word containing

y was a stain on his reputation. That with us gone, he would have complete control over you... and

the miscarriages, the cruelty... it wasn't just narcissism. It was a calculated, monstro

a white-hot, purifying fire. It burned away the tears, the pain,

ot get awa

unnel, into the main basement. As we emerged, I noticed something I hadn't b

n that I would crawl out, broken and defeated, and return to him. That

a who he had

My phone buzzed in my pocket, the final bit of its ba

from my

. You are officially

t streaming through the window, a symbol of a

s the first one I call

ngerously calm. "Change of pl

eath. "I want him in prison

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