His Terminal Lie, Her New Life

His Terminal Lie, Her New Life

Victor Hale

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For eight years, I truly believed I had the perfect marriage with Ethan. Then came the "terminal illness" diagnosis, a convenient tragedy that allowed him to have children with another woman, Chloe, supposedly for his parents' legacy, not ours. I swallowed my pain, playing the role of the understanding wife while Chloe, pregnant with their third child, paraded her triumph in my home, erasing every trace of my presence. It wasn't enough for them; Chloe, with her mother's vile "holy water," attempted to poison me, leading to a miscarriage and cardiac arrest, all while Ethan watched, then struck me, and forced me to sign our divorce papers with my own blood. I was left for dead, abandoned by the man I loved, my world collapsing around me with a sickening thud. But I wasn't dead, and neither was my resolve. Now, it' s my turn to reclaim my life, piece by agonizing piece, and expose the monstrous lies that stole everything from me.

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For eight years, I truly believed I had the perfect marriage with Ethan.

Then came the "terminal illness" diagnosis, a convenient tragedy that allowed him to have children with another woman, Chloe, supposedly for his parents' legacy, not ours.

I swallowed my pain, playing the role of the understanding wife while Chloe, pregnant with their third child, paraded her triumph in my home, erasing every trace of my presence.

It wasn't enough for them; Chloe, with her mother's vile "holy water," attempted to poison me, leading to a miscarriage and cardiac arrest, all while Ethan watched, then struck me, and forced me to sign our divorce papers with my own blood.

I was left for dead, abandoned by the man I loved, my world collapsing around me with a sickening thud.

But I wasn't dead, and neither was my resolve.

Now, it' s my turn to reclaim my life, piece by agonizing piece, and expose the monstrous lies that stole everything from me.

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