The Unwanted Husband's Comeback

The Unwanted Husband's Comeback

Miss Demeanor

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Our startup, Veridian Capital, was supposed to be our shared dream-Sarah's and mine. I poured my life, my family's money, everything into it, even as a mysterious, chronic fatigue consumed me. Tonight, at the annual gala, Sarah, now CEO, was radiant. Then, on stage, she didn't just announce a new strategic business partner. Her voice, filled with sickening pride, declared they were expecting a child. With him. My blood ran cold as the room erupted in whispers. She looked at me, the man she' d called her husband, and spat, "This is your fault! Your debilitating negativity! Your lack of vitality!" After I demanded a divorce, her new "partner," a supposed Italian Count, brutally attacked me in our apartment, leaving me broken and bleeding. I lay there, ribs cracked, utterly bewildered. But the true horror hit harder than any fist: My sister, a tough US Attorney, later confirmed that my mysterious illness – the very fatigue Sarah used to justify her betrayal – wasn't natural. It was a slow-acting poison, meticulously administered over two years. By Sarah. The woman I loved, the partner I built everything with, had systematically poisoned me to take my company, my life, and replace me. And now, she was about to learn that Michael Holloway, once discarded and broken, was finally free. And I was coming for everything she held dear.

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Our startup, Veridian Capital, was supposed to be our shared dream-Sarah's and mine.

I poured my life, my family's money, everything into it, even as a mysterious, chronic fatigue consumed me.

Tonight, at the annual gala, Sarah, now CEO, was radiant.

Then, on stage, she didn't just announce a new strategic business partner.

Her voice, filled with sickening pride, declared they were expecting a child.

With him.

My blood ran cold as the room erupted in whispers.

She looked at me, the man she' d called her husband, and spat, "This is your fault! Your debilitating negativity! Your lack of vitality!"

After I demanded a divorce, her new "partner," a supposed Italian Count, brutally attacked me in our apartment, leaving me broken and bleeding.

I lay there, ribs cracked, utterly bewildered.

But the true horror hit harder than any fist: My sister, a tough US Attorney, later confirmed that my mysterious illness – the very fatigue Sarah used to justify her betrayal – wasn't natural.

It was a slow-acting poison, meticulously administered over two years.

By Sarah.

The woman I loved, the partner I built everything with, had systematically poisoned me to take my company, my life, and replace me.

And now, she was about to learn that Michael Holloway, once discarded and broken, was finally free.

And I was coming for everything she held dear.

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