The Wife He Destroyed, Reborn

The Wife He Destroyed, Reborn

Gavin

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On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband Liam handed me a beautifully wrapped gift. It wasn't jewelry; it was a leather-bound notebook, a "playbook" detailing years of his affairs, each encounter meticulously logged. My world shattered as he casually demanded I "disperse" his harem, paying them off so we could "start over." For ten years, I' d been the obedient wife, the replacement bride after my twin sister Chloe supposedly died. Swallowing the humiliation, I worked my way through the list, until only one name remained: Chloe, still alive, and heavily pregnant with Liam's child. He hadn' t wanted me back; he wanted me gone, to bring her home. The cruel, elaborate lie of my marriage finally unraveled. When I confronted him, Liam' s facade dropped, his hands around my throat, whispering I was just a "pathetic replacement." Then, Chloe appeared, feigning innocence and twisting our past, painting me as obsessed, while Liam demoted me from wife to servant, ordering me to care for his pregnant mistress. Driven to despair, I called my mother, who immediately came to my rescue. But just as she arrived, Chloe, in Liam' s car, brutally ran her down, killing her before my eyes. Liam then presented me with a waiver, demanding I absolve Chloe of responsibility to protect his mistress and "his son," offering me money for my mother' s death. The callous contempt in his eyes, the utter disrespect for my grief, ignited a cold, hard fury I had never known. I tore his waiver to shreds, the act a blazing declaration of war. At my mother' s funeral, Chloe brazenly confessed the murder, gloating over her "plan" to get rid of my mother, then deliberately provoked me. Liam, in his rage, viciously kicked me in the stomach, causing the miscarriage of our child-a child he didn' t even know existed. The final betrayal came when I needed him most; in the hospital, writhing in pain, he dismissed my pleas for help, choosing Chloe, leading to another devastating miscarriage. I was losing everything, suffocating in a nightmare orchestrated by the very people who were supposed to be my family. But then, my uncle arrived, a beacon of unwavering support, pulling me from the abyss. Two years passed. Reborn as Ava Sterling, a successful design mogul, I returned, ready to make Liam pay. At a charity gala, I humiliated him publicly, then gave him a choice: send Chloe, the woman he' d loved, to prison for murder, or lose me forever. He chose to sacrifice Chloe, but his act of penance was merely the opening gambit in my game of revenge. Chloe was arrested, her frantic cries exposing Liam's complicity, destroying his reputation. His calls became desperate, demanding his "reward." He had no idea his punishment had just begun.

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On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband Liam handed me a beautifully wrapped gift.

It wasn't jewelry; it was a leather-bound notebook, a "playbook" detailing years of his affairs, each encounter meticulously logged.

My world shattered as he casually demanded I "disperse" his harem, paying them off so we could "start over."

For ten years, I' d been the obedient wife, the replacement bride after my twin sister Chloe supposedly died.

Swallowing the humiliation, I worked my way through the list, until only one name remained: Chloe, still alive, and heavily pregnant with Liam's child.

He hadn' t wanted me back; he wanted me gone, to bring her home.

The cruel, elaborate lie of my marriage finally unraveled.

When I confronted him, Liam' s facade dropped, his hands around my throat, whispering I was just a "pathetic replacement."

Then, Chloe appeared, feigning innocence and twisting our past, painting me as obsessed, while Liam demoted me from wife to servant, ordering me to care for his pregnant mistress.

Driven to despair, I called my mother, who immediately came to my rescue.

But just as she arrived, Chloe, in Liam' s car, brutally ran her down, killing her before my eyes.

Liam then presented me with a waiver, demanding I absolve Chloe of responsibility to protect his mistress and "his son," offering me money for my mother' s death.

The callous contempt in his eyes, the utter disrespect for my grief, ignited a cold, hard fury I had never known.

I tore his waiver to shreds, the act a blazing declaration of war.

At my mother' s funeral, Chloe brazenly confessed the murder, gloating over her "plan" to get rid of my mother, then deliberately provoked me.

Liam, in his rage, viciously kicked me in the stomach, causing the miscarriage of our child-a child he didn' t even know existed.

The final betrayal came when I needed him most; in the hospital, writhing in pain, he dismissed my pleas for help, choosing Chloe, leading to another devastating miscarriage.

I was losing everything, suffocating in a nightmare orchestrated by the very people who were supposed to be my family.

But then, my uncle arrived, a beacon of unwavering support, pulling me from the abyss.

Two years passed.

Reborn as Ava Sterling, a successful design mogul, I returned, ready to make Liam pay.

At a charity gala, I humiliated him publicly, then gave him a choice: send Chloe, the woman he' d loved, to prison for murder, or lose me forever.

He chose to sacrifice Chloe, but his act of penance was merely the opening gambit in my game of revenge.

Chloe was arrested, her frantic cries exposing Liam's complicity, destroying his reputation.

His calls became desperate, demanding his "reward."

He had no idea his punishment had just begun.

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