My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret

Name: My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret
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I woke up in a hospital bed, the lingering scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines my first reality after a car crash. But the real shock wasn't the physical pain; it was the vivid nightmares, clearer than memories, of a future where I was dead, my husband Michael married my sister Jessica, and my entire identity was systematically erased. My own mother, Karen, greeted me not with relief, but with sharp impatience, blaming me for the "trouble" my coma caused, while Jessica, feigning concern, subtly tried to steal my dream journalism grant and clung possessively to Michael. Michael, my supposed husband, stood by, his weakness paving the way for their manipulations, even as I recalled divorce papers hidden in his desk, signed by him weeks before my accident. The town gossiped, portraying me as unstable, while Jessica was painted a saint, and my mother chillingly confessed I was "bad luck" from birth. How could my own family conspire to erase my existence, and why did they always favor my sister, wishing I hadn't woken up at all? This wasn't merely betrayal; it was an active plot to dismantle my life, and I was trapped, expected to silently accept my fate while they openly flaunt their wicked intentions. But the chilling clarity of those "premonitions" became my armor, showing me every deception, and as Michael stood there, oblivious, I knew the accommodating Sarah was gone; I would reclaim my life, sign those divorce papers, and secure my future, no apologies.

Family Betrayal Revenge Divorce Comeback

Chapter 16

06-21 14:26

Introduction

I woke up in a hospital bed, the lingering scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines my first reality after a car crash.

But the real shock wasn't the physical pain; it was the vivid nightmares, clearer than memories, of a future where I was dead, my husband Michael married my sister Jessica, and my entire identity was systematically erased.

My own mother, Karen, greeted me not with relief, but with sharp impatience, blaming me for the "trouble" my coma caused, while Jessica, feigning concern, subtly tried to steal my dream journalism grant and clung possessively to Michael. Michael, my supposed husband, stood by, his weakness paving the way for their manipulations, even as I recalled divorce papers hidden in his desk, signed by him weeks before my accident.

The town gossiped, portraying me as unstable, while Jessica was painted a saint, and my mother chillingly confessed I was "bad luck" from birth.

How could my own family conspire to erase my existence, and why did they always favor my sister, wishing I hadn't woken up at all? This wasn't merely betrayal; it was an active plot to dismantle my life, and I was trapped, expected to silently accept my fate while they openly flaunt their wicked intentions.

But the chilling clarity of those "premonitions" became my armor, showing me every deception, and as Michael stood there, oblivious, I knew the accommodating Sarah was gone; I would reclaim my life, sign those divorce papers, and secure my future, no apologies.