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After the Divorce, He Warned Off Every Man Who Looked at Her

After the Divorce, He Warned Off Every Man Who Looked at Her

For three years, Hortense was trapped in a gilded cage, playing the perfect, submissive wife to billionaire CEO Gerhardt Goodwin. The fragile facade shattered when his mistress, Brittni, waltzed into their Upper East Side townhouse with the front door passcode, flaunting an ultrasound photo of Gerhardt's "heir." When Hortense coldly demanded a divorce, Gerhardt violently refused. He used her sick mother's health insurance to force her compliance and keep her as a prisoner. At the hospital, Brittni deliberately faked a sudden miscarriage to frame her, and Gerhardt looked at Hortense with pure, undiluted hatred. "If anything happens to that baby, I will destroy you." To make matters worse, Clyde Emerson—the psychotic stalker who had once used a legal loophole to terminate Hortense's own pregnancy—suddenly resurfaced, cornering her in a hallway and vowing to claim her. Hortense was suffocating in despair. She had sacrificed her career for a man whose brain injury made him forget she had saved his life, replacing his love with a fabricated, venomous hatred. Why wouldn't her cruel husband just let her go? Why was she being punished and humiliated while he built a new family? The breaking point came when Brittni publicly mocked her for being a "barren, empty vessel." All the pain vanished, replaced by a terrifying, icy resolve. Hortense slapped the mistress hard across the face, filed a unilateral divorce petition despite Gerhardt's furious threats, and made a decisive phone call. "Paul, it's Hortense. I need your help. It's time to come home."
Reborn on the Day of Reckoning

Reborn on the Day of Reckoning

The faint line on the pregnancy test glowed, a stark white against the cold marble. My hand trembled, not with joy, but with the icy grip of a memory that chilled me to the bone. This was the day, the exact day it all began to unravel in my first life. Ethan, my charming, ambitious husband, a rising Harrison political star. And Seraphina, my beautiful, "golden child" stepsister, who always got what she wanted. I remembered their smiles, their whispers, and how they destroyed me. The searing pain of the car veering off the road, the blinding headlights, Sera' s triumphant sneer in the shadows just before the end. They wanted my inheritance, my position, and my very existence gone. My baby, this tiny, unformed life inside me now, had died with me then. Their betrayal was complete, my fate sealed. How could they have been so cruel, so calculating, to orchestrate such a gruesome end for a naive wife and her unborn child? The bitter injustice had consumed me, haunting my final moments. Yet, here I was. Reborn. I was actually back, precisely on the day of my first demise. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor, or perhaps, a penchant for second acts. But this time, I wouldn' t be the unaware victim. Ava Harrison would no longer be a naive fool, easily dazzled and discarded. This time, Ava Harrison would be the one pulling the strings. My objective was clear, etched in the remembered pain: secure my child' s future, and make them all pay. Every single one of them. My revenge finally begins tonight.