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A Wife's Unseen Vengeance

A Wife's Unseen Vengeance

Gavin

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My name is Elena. Or it was. Now, I am just a cold memory clinging to our lake house in the Adirondacks. For three years, I' ve watched the garden turn wild, a monument to my forgotten life. Then, an expensive black SUV crunched up the gravel driveway, instantly recognizable as Liam' s. Liam, my husband, stepped out, a stranger in a tailored suit, here for one twisted reason. He was here to force me to give Chloe, his mistress, a kidney. He strutted around, assuming I had simply run away, hiding out of spite. He didn' t know Chloe had already put me in the ground, just feet from our home. He muttered insults about me, calling me lazy, unfocused, nothing like "Chloe." He stormed the house, yelling for me to end my "stupid game," oblivious to my spectral presence. Even when Marcus, our kind handyman, told him I was dead, Liam laughed it off. He dismissed it as another one of my "dramatic tricks," then kicked over the crude wooden cross marking my unmarked grave. His final threat, shouted at empty air, was against our son, Leo, if I didn't appear. I, a helpless ghost bound by love and rage, could only watch this desecration, unable to scream or stop him. It was then, as the cross splintered, that the blinding memory of my death returned, sharp and clear. Chloe, the woman Liam believed, the one he openly preferred, was the architect of my end. She pushed me from the balcony, watched me fall, then paid two local thugs to finish the job. They dragged my broken body into the woods and buried me alive, right here, next to the house. Now, Liam is here, digging with a shovel, convinced he's exposing a charade. But what he's about to unearth isn' t a trick; it' s the brutal, physical proof of a murder he was too blind to see. And the dark truth of his perfect Chloe.

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My name is Elena. Or it was.

Now, I am just a cold memory clinging to our lake house in the Adirondacks.

For three years, I' ve watched the garden turn wild, a monument to my forgotten life.

Then, an expensive black SUV crunched up the gravel driveway, instantly recognizable as Liam' s.

Liam, my husband, stepped out, a stranger in a tailored suit, here for one twisted reason.

He was here to force me to give Chloe, his mistress, a kidney.

He strutted around, assuming I had simply run away, hiding out of spite.

He didn' t know Chloe had already put me in the ground, just feet from our home.

He muttered insults about me, calling me lazy, unfocused, nothing like "Chloe."

He stormed the house, yelling for me to end my "stupid game," oblivious to my spectral presence.

Even when Marcus, our kind handyman, told him I was dead, Liam laughed it off.

He dismissed it as another one of my "dramatic tricks," then kicked over the crude wooden cross marking my unmarked grave.

His final threat, shouted at empty air, was against our son, Leo, if I didn't appear.

I, a helpless ghost bound by love and rage, could only watch this desecration, unable to scream or stop him.

It was then, as the cross splintered, that the blinding memory of my death returned, sharp and clear.

Chloe, the woman Liam believed, the one he openly preferred, was the architect of my end.

She pushed me from the balcony, watched me fall, then paid two local thugs to finish the job.

They dragged my broken body into the woods and buried me alive, right here, next to the house.

Now, Liam is here, digging with a shovel, convinced he's exposing a charade.

But what he's about to unearth isn' t a trick; it' s the brutal, physical proof of a murder he was too blind to see.

And the dark truth of his perfect Chloe.

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