The Scorned Wife's Masterplan

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My name is Elara Vance, and I fix problems. For the most powerful people in New York City, I make scandals disappear. My life was a meticulously crafted facade, including my five-year marriage to the seemingly devoted Ethan Thorne. Then she walked into my office. Pregnant. Opulent. Demanding I make a woman disappear – my husband' s wife. The name she uttered was Ethan Thorne, and her round belly held his third secret child. I watched, frozen, as my life imploded. I saw them together, her laughing in his arms. Later, in the street, his mistress publicly attacked me, kicking my injured knee. The ultimate humiliation came when Ethan brought their two existing children into my home, spinning a lie about them being orphans. His mistress had called my sacrificial marriage a "joke," and my patient support a farce. For years, I was the fool, the last to realize the depth of his betrayal and the complicity of his world. The shock and sorrow turned swiftly into an arctic calm, a hardened resolve. A fixer doesn't just shatter; she plots. Without a word, I picked up my pen. I would accept the case, make his wife disappear for good. But this time, the "wife" wouldn't just vanish. She would dismantle his empire, piece by agonizing piece, and watch him fall.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Divorce Female-centered

Chapter 10

01-06 20:26

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Then she walked into my office. Pregnant. Opulent. Demanding I make a woman disappear – my husband' s wife. The name she uttered was Ethan Thorne, and her round belly held his third secret child.

I watched, frozen, as my life imploded. I saw them together, her laughing in his arms. Later, in the street, his mistress publicly attacked me, kicking my injured knee. The ultimate humiliation came when Ethan brought their two existing children into my home, spinning a lie about them being orphans.

His mistress had called my sacrificial marriage a "joke," and my patient support a farce. For years, I was the fool, the last to realize the depth of his betrayal and the complicity of his world. The shock and sorrow turned swiftly into an arctic calm, a hardened resolve.

A fixer doesn't just shatter; she plots. Without a word, I picked up my pen. I would accept the case, make his wife disappear for good. But this time, the "wife" wouldn't just vanish. She would dismantle his empire, piece by agonizing piece, and watch him fall.