A Wife's Vengeance, Two Lives

A Wife's Vengeance, Two Lives

Gavin

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The sterile air of the lawyer's office hung heavy, reeking of a marriage ending and a family dividing. My twin brother, Liam, and I sat between our polished, successful parents, feeling like assets on a ledger. My father, Dr. Richard Miller, the celebrated surgeon, offered a brilliant, practiced smile. "We're going to let you choose who you want to live with." Liam' s chest puffed out, eyes already on our wealthy father. But a cold, bitter knot twisted inside me. I had lived this "choice" before. I had made the wrong one. I looked at my ten-year-old reflection in my mother's sympathetic eyes. "So we can really choose? Freely?" My father's gaze was fixed on Liam, dismissing me. He thought I'd follow like a lost puppy. He was wrong. "I choose Mom." The words sliced through the silence, shattering his charming facade. His voice, smooth a moment ago, turned sharp, like a scalpel. "Chloe, what? Don't be silly. You'll come with me, with your brother. You'll have the best of everything." He promised horses, schools, a life shimmering with gold. I looked at the man who had been my world, the man who had destroyed me with that same persuasive voice. "You said I could choose freely. Were you lying, Dad?" Then to my esteemed principal mother: "Are you going to tell me my choice is wrong because my brother wants something different?" She flinched. My father' s face darkened, the mask gone. He stood abruptly, chair scraping. "Fine. Let's go, son." He grabbed Liam, not looking at me as they left. In my last life, I chose him. He saw a tool, a test subject. He performed unethical experiments on me, documenting my pain, calling it "pushing boundaries." I endured, craving his approval, only to hear him declare me "compromised," my purpose "served." I died, a lab rat. Liam knew. He saw my sickness, my scars, but he said nothing, enjoying the spoils of my suffering. "Dad's just trying to make you better," he'd said, not looking up from his phone. When I opened my eyes in that lawyer' s office again, ten years old, there was no hesitation. Only a vow. I would not be their victim. I would be the architect of their ruin. Richard, Sarah, Liam. They would all pay. This new life wasn't a gift. It was a chance for revenge.

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The sterile air of the lawyer's office hung heavy, reeking of a marriage ending and a family dividing.

My twin brother, Liam, and I sat between our polished, successful parents, feeling like assets on a ledger.

My father, Dr. Richard Miller, the celebrated surgeon, offered a brilliant, practiced smile.

"We're going to let you choose who you want to live with."

Liam' s chest puffed out, eyes already on our wealthy father.

But a cold, bitter knot twisted inside me.

I had lived this "choice" before.

I had made the wrong one.

I looked at my ten-year-old reflection in my mother's sympathetic eyes.

"So we can really choose? Freely?"

My father's gaze was fixed on Liam, dismissing me.

He thought I'd follow like a lost puppy.

He was wrong.

"I choose Mom."

The words sliced through the silence, shattering his charming facade.

His voice, smooth a moment ago, turned sharp, like a scalpel.

"Chloe, what? Don't be silly. You'll come with me, with your brother. You'll have the best of everything."

He promised horses, schools, a life shimmering with gold.

I looked at the man who had been my world, the man who had destroyed me with that same persuasive voice.

"You said I could choose freely. Were you lying, Dad?"

Then to my esteemed principal mother: "Are you going to tell me my choice is wrong because my brother wants something different?"

She flinched.

My father' s face darkened, the mask gone.

He stood abruptly, chair scraping.

"Fine. Let's go, son."

He grabbed Liam, not looking at me as they left.

In my last life, I chose him.

He saw a tool, a test subject.

He performed unethical experiments on me, documenting my pain, calling it "pushing boundaries."

I endured, craving his approval, only to hear him declare me "compromised," my purpose "served."

I died, a lab rat.

Liam knew.

He saw my sickness, my scars, but he said nothing, enjoying the spoils of my suffering.

"Dad's just trying to make you better," he'd said, not looking up from his phone.

When I opened my eyes in that lawyer' s office again, ten years old, there was no hesitation.

Only a vow.

I would not be their victim.

I would be the architect of their ruin.

Richard, Sarah, Liam.

They would all pay.

This new life wasn't a gift.

It was a chance for revenge.

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