Chloe Vance's Reckoning

Chloe Vance's Reckoning

Yi Yanni

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My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, a low, insistent hum, but I didn' t need to look. I knew it was Mark, calling about Ethan. He was on the roof of The Onyx, threatening to fly. And of course, Sarah was there, his childhood sweetheart, the constant shadow to our sham of a marriage. Humiliation was a familiar fire, but tonight, it burned hotter. This public spectacle was designed to hurt me, a transaction gone wrong-my life for my family's legacy. My brilliant, tech mogul husband, the man I' d married because he looked exactly like Leo, the boy I'd loved my entire life, lay there, groaning in pain. He' d risked it all for her. The doctor said it was just a superficial burn, but my obsessive need for a full scan revealed his injuries were minor. That last flicker of desperate, projected love for a dying man, it simply vanished. He hadn't been my dying love, and I had been a fool. I walked out of that hospital, leaving him bewildered. Three days later, I handed him the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT." He thought I was bluffing, that I wanted more money. "I just want to be free," I told him, the finality in my voice unmistakable. But he refused. He told me I was stuck with him, the real him, for as long as he wanted. He thought he could break me, but he had no idea who I was. I would not hide, and I would not cower. I was Chloe Vance, and this was just the beginning of my fight.

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My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, a low, insistent hum, but I didn' t need to look. I knew it was Mark, calling about Ethan.

He was on the roof of The Onyx, threatening to fly. And of course, Sarah was there, his childhood sweetheart, the constant shadow to our sham of a marriage.

Humiliation was a familiar fire, but tonight, it burned hotter. This public spectacle was designed to hurt me, a transaction gone wrong-my life for my family's legacy.

My brilliant, tech mogul husband, the man I' d married because he looked exactly like Leo, the boy I'd loved my entire life, lay there, groaning in pain. He' d risked it all for her.

The doctor said it was just a superficial burn, but my obsessive need for a full scan revealed his injuries were minor. That last flicker of desperate, projected love for a dying man, it simply vanished.

He hadn't been my dying love, and I had been a fool.

I walked out of that hospital, leaving him bewildered. Three days later, I handed him the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT." He thought I was bluffing, that I wanted more money.

"I just want to be free," I told him, the finality in my voice unmistakable. But he refused. He told me I was stuck with him, the real him, for as long as he wanted.

He thought he could break me, but he had no idea who I was. I would not hide, and I would not cower. I was Chloe Vance, and this was just the beginning of my fight.

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