Victory Hunter
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Too Late To Save Your Dying Wife
Modern Corrie was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer. The first thing she did was ask her billionaire husband for a divorce and her share of the assets to save her dying father.
Instead of giving her the money, Clayton ruthlessly crushed her diamond wedding ring under his shoe in public.
"Your father drove my sister to suicide, and now he deserves to die," he sneered, admitting he was the one who bankrupted her family's company.
Desperate, Corrie swallowed her pride and begged her estranged, wealthy mother for help. But when she walked into the mansion, she was met with a devastating sight. Clayton and his mistress were there, holding a pair of twin boys. Her own mother was happily playing the role of grandmother to her husband's illegitimate children. While Corrie had been grieving the baby she lost alone in a cold hospital, her husband had been building a secret family, and her mother had helped them hide it.
The double betrayal shattered her completely. Why did her husband marry her just to use her as a pawn for his sick revenge? Why did her own flesh and blood side with the man who was actively destroying her life?
Saved from the freezing rain by a doctor friend, Corrie stared at the aggressive chemotherapy plan. She had wanted to just give up and let the cancer take her. But now, a cold fire ignited in her chest.
"I'll do the treatment," she said, her voice like ice.
She was going to survive, and she was going to make every single one of them pay. The Jilted Heiress Claims The Surgeon Brother
Billionaires I was engaged to Gorden Barron, fully believing I was about to marry the love of my life.
Then his secret lover, Bettye, was diagnosed with aplastic anemia. Gorden fell to his knees and begged me to be her bone marrow donor.
"Angie, I know I messed up, but she's dying. You're the only match."
I agreed, wanting to be the bigger person. But the moment the harvest was over, the nightmare began. A severe infection set in, and my fever wouldn't break. Gorden's visits became shorter, then stopped entirely.
As I lay in the sterile hospital room, my bones aching and my body failing, I scrolled through my phone and saw his latest post.
Gorden and Bettye were tanned and healthy, sipping cocktails on a yacht in the Mediterranean.
The caption read: "Grateful for second chances. My true love."
I threw my phone across the room and screamed until my throat bled. I was nothing but a human blood bag to them, completely discarded the moment I was empty. I nearly died in that cold room, saved only by a top-tier specialist someone secretly paid millions to fly in.
Five years later, I've finally returned to New York.
I didn't come back to get revenge on Gorden. He isn't worth my time.
I came back for the man who secretly held my hand and wept by my deathbed—Gorden's cold, untouchable older brother, Dalton.
This time, I'm going to make him mine. Trapped By My Possessive Adoptive Brother
Romance For three years, seven-year-old Finley worshipped her adopted older brother, Hartley. He was her ultimate protector, the genius puppet master who taught her to rule her elite prep school.
But the illusion of his love shattered completely in the school cafeteria.
When a bully violently yanked Finley's hair, her primal rage took over. Instead of waiting for Hartley's calculated rescue, she fought back, tackling the boy and leaving herself covered in his blood and ketchup.
When Hartley finally intervened, he didn't check if she was hurt.
Seeing his pristine, carefully controlled possession acting like a feral creature terrified him. His absolute authority over her was slipping.
In front of three hundred staring students, Hartley pointed a shaking finger at her torn clothes.
"Look at what you're doing! How dare you let yourself become this messy? You are out of control, and I will not allow you to act like some wild, feral creature!"
The words hit Finley with the physical force of a sledgehammer.
The boy who wiped her tears and fed her candy wasn't a loving brother. He was a dictator, a warden who only cared about keeping his favorite toy perfectly on her strings.
The public betrayal was absolute. Why did her safety have to come at the cost of her total submission?
A broken sob tore from her throat as she violently slapped his reaching hand away.
The blind worship was dead. As Finley turned and sprinted out of the cafeteria, the war to cut her strings officially began. The Wolfless Omega's Vow Of Revenge
Werewolf My parents died as heroes for the Gloomfang Pack, but on my eighteenth birthday, my body violently rejected the shift.
Alpha Philip immediately declared me a "Wolfless" abomination, stripping me of my legacy and throwing me into the cellars as an Omega slave.
My childhood best friends didn't even try to defend me. Lily smiled in triumph, and Desmond—the Alpha's son—looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.
For two years, I scrubbed their floors and swallowed their daily humiliations just to keep my little brother safe.
Until Lily's birthday party, when the Moon Goddess sent down a divine light and revealed the ultimate cruel joke: Desmond was my Fated Mate.
"I reject you, Evelyn Thorne, as my mate."
He whispered the words on the terrace, his eyes filled with contempt as the severed bond tore my soul apart.
But a second later, he noticed his father watching us from the shadows.
Desmond's face instantly morphed into a flawless mask of tender adoration.
He pulled me into his arms and announced to the stunned crowd, "Let the Moon Goddess be my witness. Evelyn is my Fated Mate. She is your future Luna."
I leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, terrifying heartbeat of a liar.
Why did he fake the acceptance? What sick, twisted game are the Alpha and his son playing with my life?
They think they have trapped a broken, shiftless Omega. They don't know my wolf is actually awake inside my mind, furious and waiting.
I will play his perfect little Luna for now. But when they finally let their guard down, I'm going to tear their pack apart. The Rejected Beta's Secret: Rise of the White Wolf
Werewolf I spent three years building the Silver Creek Pack’s defense grid, turning us into a commercial superpower. I did it all for Alpha Craig, believing that once the economy stabilized, he would finally complete our Fated Mate bond.
But at the Annual Assembly, he didn't Mark me.
He pulled Chanel Murphy onto the stage, draped her in red silk, and announced her as his future Luna.
When I tried to leave, he used the Alpha Command to force me into submission, ordering me to design the security for his wedding to another woman.
I went home to burn our memories, only to discover I was pregnant with his heir.
Knowing he would steal my child to raise with Chanel, I made the agonizing choice to sever the bond myself.
But Chanel wasn't satisfied with just stealing my life. She framed me for poisoning her unborn baby—a baby that didn't even exist.
Craig didn't ask for proof. He didn't listen to my pleas.
He used his Alpha power to crush me to the floor and performed the forbidden Blood Severing ritual, slicing his hand and mine to physically rip our souls apart.
He thought he was discarding a jealous, useless Beta.
He didn't know that the trauma of his rejection would shatter the seal on my bloodline, awakening the legendary White Wolf.
Three months later, his pack is in ruins, his defenses are failing, and I have returned.
But I’m not here to fix his mistakes.
I’m standing on the stage as the Director of Project Chimera, with the most powerful Alpha King in the world holding my hand.
And Craig is about to learn that you don't get a second chance with a goddess you tried to destroy. The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife
Werewolf While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son.
Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate.
An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir.
Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack.
Dante didn’t even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her.
He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall.
Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me.
I heard him promise her, “Soon, my love. I’ll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve.”
The love I felt for him, the power I’d hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice.
He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent.
And I was finally going home. When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape
Romance "You will be declared dead, Gregoria." That's what Agent Christian told me. My life as an FBI agent was about to end, replaced by a ghost. No contact with my past, not even my husband, Darwin.
But then, a week before my staged death, I walked into our home office and saw it: Darwin's laptop, open, displaying a live video feed. My husband, shirtless, with his assistant, Elyssa Daniel. They were kissing. My world tilted.
I watched, frozen, as he kissed her. The sounds they made were obscene. I recognized the unique lines of his body, the watch I gave him for our anniversary. I stumbled back, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to confront this nightmare.
I hit the call button. On the screen, Darwin froze, then answered my call. "Hey, honey. What's up?" His voice, so normal, so full of lies, broke something inside me. The phone slipped from my grasp. My heart, my love, my entire world had been a lie.
I spent the night on the office floor, replaying the video. The evidence of his betrayal was a digital tombstone for our marriage. Each time I watched, disgust and pain grew. I looked at my wedding ring, a mark of my foolishness, and threw it across the room.
He thought I was weak, predictable. He thought I loved him so much I'd believe the sky was green. But the woman who loved Darwin Mcintosh died on that office floor. And in that moment, my mission, my fake death, felt like an escape. A Dream Interrupted, A Life Reclaimed
Romance The acceptance letter from Sterling & Drake Architectural Firm was more than just paper; it was my future, a dream I had worked for my entire life, bought with my mother' s last breath.
But on my first day, the receptionist delivered a chilling blow: "The new junior architect position has been filled. Chelsea Hayes started this morning." My job, my mother' s legacy, was gone.
Then I heard her voice, light and carefree, with my fiancé, Daniel Cole. He had given my dream to the councilman' s daughter, openly admitting, "That position was perfect for you, and you needed it." He told me, "You're going to be my wife. You won't need a career."
My shock turned to blinding rage. I threw my engagement ring at him, ending our future. I left that city, anonymously reporting his unethical actions, a promise that they wouldn't get away with it.
But they weren' t done. Daniel twisted the story, painting me as a crazy stalker. I faced public humiliation, insults, and a mob that destroyed my mother's cherished offer letter. I ended up in the hospital, where Daniel blamed me for Chelsea' s fake suicide attempt: "You need to apologize. Right now. Tell Chelsea you're sorry for what you've put her through."
I uttered the words, "I'm sorry," betraying myself and my mother. I was utterly defeated, fleeing the city once more, but this time, thugs kidnapped and stabbed me. Daniel saved me, but then asked me to drop charges against my attackers to protect his alliance with Chelsea' s corrupt father.
"No," I declared. "You are pathetic. I will not let this go." My only mistake was believing he loved me. I had nothing left, except a fierce resolve.
I knew then, they had destroyed everything, but they also set me free to fight back for my mother' s legacy. The Woman Who Killed Me, Twice
Romance My foster mother, Martha, was dying, and the doctors' words about "end-stage liver failure" felt like a ticking clock I couldn' t stop.
Then, my childhood sweetheart, Nicole, a doctor now, offered a lifeline: half a million dollars for Martha' s transplant, but with one chilling condition: "Marry me, Ethan."
Blinded by desperation, I jumped at the chance, believing her, but Martha died on the operating table, and I soon discovered Nicole' s cruel betrayal – my supposed bride was actually using Martha' s liver for her politician lover, Caleb, all while laughing at my naiveté.
The sound of my heart shattering was drowned out only by the screech of tires as my car crashed, ending my miserable life in an instant, leaving me with a burning question: How could the woman I loved so completely be such a monster?
But then, I opened my eyes, finding myself back at the exact moment she offered the check, the same chilling proposal on her lips, and this time, I knew exactly what to do. No Mercy For The Betrayer
Xuanhuan I was murdered on a Tuesday.
It wasn't a quick death, and it wasn't by a stranger.
My own brother, Matthew, stood by while his girlfriend, Sabrina, and her boyfriend, Anthony, took their time ending my life in a derelict motel room.
Why? Because I got back the $100,000 Sabrina scammed from my foolish brother, and they called it "harassment."
After I was gone, Matthew even helped them get reduced charges, painting them as victims.
The cold betrayal broke something in me forever.
Then, I woke up.
It was the exact day Matthew first came to me, tears streaming, confessing Sabrina had scammed him out of $100,000.
Echoes of the past, a chilling sense of impossible repetition.
I watched him cry, his words a perfect replay, and a cold, solid rage settled in my chest.
This time, I wouldn't save him.
I would make them all pay, in a way they could never imagine. When Love Turned Cold
Modern My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, was fighting leukemia.
Every penny I earned as a waitress and delivery driver went to her mounting medical bills, while her father, Mark, claimed his hardware store was "struggling" with "no money" for his own child.
Lily dreamed of learning the violin, and I carefully saved for a small, used one; but when I went to buy it, the shop owner revealed Mark had already purchased all the beginner violins – for Brenda Hayes' son, Liam.
The specific one Lily wanted? It was found snapped in half, "run over," in the alley.
Later, Brenda' s social media paraded Liam' s new gaming consoles, pony rides, and lavish parties – all documented under '#BestUncle' and aligning perfectly with the times Mark claimed poverty.
Meanwhile, Lily' s cough worsened, her counts dropped, and doctors urged expensive, out-of-state treatment we couldn't afford.
The broken violin, Liam showered with gifts, Lily fighting for her life – it wasn't just neglect; it was a burning, cold betrayal.
He was actively choosing them over his own sick daughter.
Then, just before Lily' s birthday, I delivered a monstrous cake to a lavish party; it was for 'Happy Birthday Liam!' and there was Mark, laughing, wearing a party hat, while my dying daughter held onto his vague promise of 'something special.'
I knew then what I had to do. Where the Emberblooms Burn Bright
Fantasy I was Elara, a Steward, a healer blessed with the Hearthstone Spirit.
Years ago, I saved Governor Thorne' s life, sharing my essence, mending him when no one else could, bringing life back to his dying state.
Now, I carried his child, a powerful new life blossoming within me.
But then Isabelle Hayes, ambitious and cold, whispered poison into his ear.
She convinced Thorne my child' s nascent power was a threat, unnatural.
He betrayed me, ordering the destruction of the sacred Emberblooms our child's Spirit needed, imprisoning me, twisting my purpose into a weapon against me.
Isabelle falsely claimed I was hiding the Spirit of my unborn child, faking a mysterious illness.
Thorne, blinded by fear and manipulation, cruelly demanded I give him what was already lost.
My baby, its Spirit already gone because he destroyed the Emberblooms, lay still within me.
He refused to believe me, beating and torturing me.
For every phantom symptom Isabelle displayed, he executed another of my people.
I watched, helpless, as my entire community, including my sister, was massacred.
Finally, he ordered a surgeon to cut the Spirit from my chest, ending my life on the desecrated land of my ancestors.
How could the man I saved become such a monster?
How could he sacrifice everything – my child, my people, me – for a lie?
As my life faded, stolen for a Spirit that wasn't there, a raw, immense injustice consumed me.
Had he truly forgotten I gave him a piece of my own Spirit, the very thing keeping him alive?
But as my body burned, tossed like trash, something ancient and furious ignited.
The earth itself revolted, refusing to let my death be in vain.
I felt a surge, a rebirth from the flames, fused with immense power.
I am Elara, the healer no more. I am the Reckoning; justice will be swift and absolute. Fractured Bonds
Horror Sure! Here’s the translation:
"My parents killed the female lead's parents in a car accident and adopted her as their daughter. She is like the heroine of a novel, capturing everyone's attention the moment she appears. This includes my parents, my childhood crush, and my best friend. Meanwhile, I feel like a rat in a gutter, never seeing the light of day. The spacious room was forcibly given to the female lead, while I was left to live in a cramped storage room. My classmates bully me, calling me the daughter of a murderer. My parents scold me for lacking empathy. My childhood crush and best friend say I’m jealous and intentionally trying to embarrass her. Even though I did nothing wrong, I still have to bear the blame that doesn’t belong to me. As the new year begins, they gather as a family, while I, suffering from severe depression, step into the cold river water." You might like
Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
Ming Yue Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire.
I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock.
I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim.
"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months.
Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout.
But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
Hollow Echo Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town.
They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire
Reilly Mcardle For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse.
Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm.
"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies. Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon
Star Cruiser Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire.
Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses.
As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw.
Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie—an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension.
When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back.
"Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!"
Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland.
Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood.
Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything?
Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas.
She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off.
This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse. The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
Felix Turner Isabel returned to her penthouse after a grueling seventeen-hour flight, only to be greeted by the cloying scent of another woman's perfume.
Her husband of three years, Darius, sat waiting with divorce papers. He wanted to marry his mistress, Dove, and offered Isabel a measly one million dollars, treating her like a greedy charity case from the Rust Belt who should just take the payout and vanish.
But Isabel didn't want his pity. She demanded the four percent equity stake in his family's company that she rightfully owned—a stake worth 1.5 billion dollars. When she revealed this, the wealthy family turned vicious. They refused to acknowledge that she had secretly saved their empire from bankruptcy years ago. Instead, Darius and Dove orchestrated a brutal public execution. They ambushed her at a top law firm, spreading malicious lies that her investment money was stolen from a Ponzi scheme. They even hired a fake victim to scream at her in the lobby, successfully terrifying Isabel's lawyer into dropping her case on the spot.
She had quietly rescued their entire legacy, yet they were willing to frame her as a criminal and destroy her life just to keep her rightful billions.
As Darius and his mistress gloated over her absolute ruin, the most ruthless and feared lawyer in New York suddenly stepped in front of Isabel, his voice cutting through the dead silence.
"Your case, I'll take it." Jilted Heiress: Marrying The Untouchable Tycoon
Piao Guo Allison Montgomery was waiting at the airport when an audio alert from her parked Range Rover flashed on her phone.
Assuming it was a break-in, she checked the live dashcam feed, only to see her fiancé, Finn, and her younger sister, Cheyanne, passionately making out in the backseat.
"Tell me I'm better than her," Cheyanne whispered. "Tell me I'm better than Allison."
"You are," Finn gasped. "God, you are."
When Allison confronted her family with the video, she expected justice.
Instead, her uncle and mother fiercely defended the cheaters.
They blamed Allison's "cold and frigid" nature for pushing Finn away, victim-blaming her in front of the entire household staff.
To protect their corporate alliance, her uncle ruthlessly announced that the engagement would be transferred to Cheyanne, and threatened to strip Allison of her inheritance.
Stripped of her fiancé, her family, and her dignity, Allison realized her pristine twenty-year life was a complete lie.
The people who were supposed to love her were actively protecting her abusers, leaving her utterly isolated and burning with a cold, protective rage.
Refusing to be their victim, Allison targeted Finn's ruthless, billionaire uncle, Adam Kensington, proposing a fake marriage to secure the capital needed to crush her family.
But when the notoriously untouchable Wall Street phantom not only accepted her proposal, but demanded she immediately move into his penthouse to raise his secret daughter, Allison realized she had just sold her soul to the devil. The Secret Savior He Threw Away
Wu Xiaoyan Diana slipped on the penthouse stairs, her body emptying out as she miscarried her first baby.
Gasping in a pool of her own blood, she called her husband, Curtis, begging for an ambulance.
"Stop being dramatic and call the house doctor. I don't have time for your tantrums right now."
He coldly hung up, and later forced her to put on a diamond necklace and attend a high-society dinner while she was actively losing their child.
At the party, his mother and sister publicly mocked her pale face, while Curtis watched with absolute disgust.
When she finally collapsed, he dragged her to his car, only to kick her out and abandon her on a freezing, dark highway in the middle of the night.
His mistress, Carla, had faked a panic attack and claimed she was bleeding too, so he rushed to the hospital to comfort his lover, leaving his wife to bleed out on the asphalt.
For three years, Diana had endured this hell, believing she had trapped him into marriage to save her father's dying company.
She couldn't understand how Curtis could worship a manipulative fraud who stole the credit for saving his life years ago, while treating his real wife like garbage.
But after surviving the night, Diana discovered the devastating truth: her father had willingly gone to federal prison just to buy her the protection of the Alston family name.
Stripped of her illusions, Diana signed the divorce papers, giving up every single penny.
She was done being their silent victim. It was time to remind them exactly who Diana Wilcox was. Untouchable After Goodbye: She Had A Secret Empire
Mira Westfield "Let's get a divorce. She's pregnant and deserves a place in my life."
He once promised to protect Claire forever, yet when his first love returned, he cast her aside. For three years, Claire dimmed her brilliance, living quietly as the obedient wife behind him.
When he handed her divorce papers to give his pregnant mistress a place, Claire no longer hid her talents.
The woman he had overlooked was a legendary healer, racing prodigy, and a genius designer. After the divorce, she reclaimed her glory.
When he pleaded, "Honey, let's remarry," another man pulled her close. "She's my wife now. As for you... Someone, take him out and give him what he deserves!" Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable
Tao Yaoyao My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out.
I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm:
"In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling."
Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped.
When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself."
Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son.
The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne.
I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie."
I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare. 
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