The Unwanted Wife's Revenge

The Unwanted Wife's Revenge

Gavin

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Seven years married to the tech CEO New York adored, I was the picture-perfect wife in a gilded cage. Nine months pregnant, I stood beside him at a glamorous gala, watching as his mistress caused a humiliating scene. Instead of managing her, he hissed, "Sarah, fix this," forcing me to apologize while my water broke. He dismissed my agonizing labor as "dramatic," then celebrated his mistress's birthday while I bled out, alone, in the hospital. Days later, he brought her into *our* opulent penthouse, where she staged a vicious fake attack. When she cut herself, he roared at me to apologize for her bleeding. Looking at my own wrist, I pressed a letter opener to old scars, a silent cry for help. He saw it, then sneered, "What, self-harm for attention now? Pathetic." His methodical abuse, his casual cruelty, had stripped away every shred of my self-worth. How could the world's most celebrated man be such a soulless monster in private? Why was I, the victim, always to blame, discarded at will? My heart, once broken, solidified into a cold, unbreakable resolve. There was only one way out of this living hell. I orchestrated a final, humiliating public confession, painting myself as the villain. Then, I meticulously staged my own dramatic death, vanishing from the world's stage. Sarah Hayes was officially gone. But Sadie? Sadie was just beginning to live, finally free.

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Seven years married to the tech CEO New York adored, I was the picture-perfect wife in a gilded cage.

Nine months pregnant, I stood beside him at a glamorous gala, watching as his mistress caused a humiliating scene.

Instead of managing her, he hissed, "Sarah, fix this," forcing me to apologize while my water broke.

He dismissed my agonizing labor as "dramatic," then celebrated his mistress's birthday while I bled out, alone, in the hospital.

Days later, he brought her into *our* opulent penthouse, where she staged a vicious fake attack.

When she cut herself, he roared at me to apologize for her bleeding.

Looking at my own wrist, I pressed a letter opener to old scars, a silent cry for help.

He saw it, then sneered, "What, self-harm for attention now? Pathetic."

His methodical abuse, his casual cruelty, had stripped away every shred of my self-worth.

How could the world's most celebrated man be such a soulless monster in private?

Why was I, the victim, always to blame, discarded at will?

My heart, once broken, solidified into a cold, unbreakable resolve.

There was only one way out of this living hell.

I orchestrated a final, humiliating public confession, painting myself as the villain.

Then, I meticulously staged my own dramatic death, vanishing from the world's stage.

Sarah Hayes was officially gone.

But Sadie? Sadie was just beginning to live, finally free.

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