Betrayal's Echo: A Wife's Revenge

Betrayal's Echo: A Wife's Revenge

Gavin

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Dr. Evelyn Reed had finally done it. Three years of relentless work, the neural interface cure for her paralyzed husband, Ethan, was a success. A triumphant smile touched her lips as she reached for her phone to share the life-changing news. But an email caught her eye, a cheerful invitation that turned her world to ice. "Dr. Ethan Vance and Miss Tiffany Reed request the pleasure of your company at the celebration of their marriage." Ethan. Her husband. Tiffany. Her own niece. It was a sick joke, a complete error, yet the high-end Parisian wedding agency confirmed its legitimacy. Her joy evaporated, replaced by a cold dread as she drove through the night, a ghost to a celebration she was never meant to see. She saw him there, standing, whole, laughing, with Tiffany tucked into his arm, radiant in white. He kissed her, a tender kiss meant for the world to see, and Evelyn' s world tilted off its axis. Then she heard them talking, overheard their cruel confessions: he had always loved Tiffany, while Evelyn was merely "a necessary step," "a convenient solution." The man she had sacrificed everything for, the man who had promised his undying love, had been betraying her for two years with her own blood. The pain of betrayal, the hollowness of her sacrifice, the absolute injustice of it all, left her hollowed out, empty of tears. She watched him walk away from her in the hospital, choosing Tiffany, right after a fire, right after she found out a bomb, orchestrated by Tiffany, nearly killed her. This wasn't a love triangle; it was a war, and she was losing. Driven by a quiet, ice-cold resolve, Evelyn began to fight back.

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Dr. Evelyn Reed had finally done it.

Three years of relentless work, the neural interface cure for her paralyzed husband, Ethan, was a success.

A triumphant smile touched her lips as she reached for her phone to share the life-changing news.

But an email caught her eye, a cheerful invitation that turned her world to ice.

"Dr. Ethan Vance and Miss Tiffany Reed request the pleasure of your company at the celebration of their marriage."

Ethan. Her husband. Tiffany. Her own niece.

It was a sick joke, a complete error, yet the high-end Parisian wedding agency confirmed its legitimacy.

Her joy evaporated, replaced by a cold dread as she drove through the night, a ghost to a celebration she was never meant to see.

She saw him there, standing, whole, laughing, with Tiffany tucked into his arm, radiant in white.

He kissed her, a tender kiss meant for the world to see, and Evelyn' s world tilted off its axis.

Then she heard them talking, overheard their cruel confessions: he had always loved Tiffany, while Evelyn was merely "a necessary step," "a convenient solution."

The man she had sacrificed everything for, the man who had promised his undying love, had been betraying her for two years with her own blood.

The pain of betrayal, the hollowness of her sacrifice, the absolute injustice of it all, left her hollowed out, empty of tears.

She watched him walk away from her in the hospital, choosing Tiffany, right after a fire, right after she found out a bomb, orchestrated by Tiffany, nearly killed her.

This wasn't a love triangle; it was a war, and she was losing.

Driven by a quiet, ice-cold resolve, Evelyn began to fight back.

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