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Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

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Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don't have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall-the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I'm not just leaving him; I'm taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood-the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

Modern Revenge Divorce

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It was getting dark. In the western suburbs, the lights were on in only one room of the two-storied villa.

It had been three days since Shawn Yu had kept Windy Fu locked in the room.

"Please, stop!" she begged, drawing in labored breaths. She felt like she was dying. She never expected Shawn Yu to treat her like this. He raped her repeatedly not caring whether she lived or died.

Windy Fu pleaded with him to stop again and again for the sake of her child. If it hadn't been for her baby, she wouldn't have cared even if she died!

She was filled with pure hate for the man in front of her at this moment. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Shawn Yu looked at her coldly.

"You deserve this! I warned you many times not to hurt your sister, but you still ignored me. Do you really think that I would just stand by and do nothing?" he said with an evil smile.

Windy Fu shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't... I didn't hurt her, really," she sobbed.

Shawn Yu didn't buy it for a second. "How dare you defend yourself? If you didn't hurt her, how did she miscarry?"

"I really don't know." She looked at him, desperately hoping he would believe her but she knew that no matter how much she explained, it was useless. He would never let her go.

He had no feelings for her. He said that he didn't like children, and he didn't want them but that was only for her. He cared so much about her sister's pregnancy. Now her sister's child was gone, and he was heartbroken. He was torturing her until he got an explanation for the death of the baby.

Windy was filled with despair. Despite knowing that this cold and ruthless man loved someone else and had no place for her in his heart, she continued to love him. The deeper she fell in love with him, the worse it would be for her in the end!

She couldn't earn his trust no matter how hard she tried.

Sweat trickled down Shawn's forehead. His expression was ferocious and his brutality was out of control.

"Ah! Please don't! It hurts!" Windy shrieked with a pained expression. She subconsciously covered her belly with her hands. She felt like life was flowing away from her body slowly.

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