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While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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For three years, I was the unpaid maid, cook, and accountant for my boyfriend Kieran's family. His mother, Jeanie, never let me forget my place. "You're not legally family," she'd say, whenever I asked for basic respect.

Then I found the messages on his phone. He and Jeanie were arranging his engagement to Carolina Farley, a wealthy heiress. They called me a placeholder—someone who was just "around" until a better option came along.

Jeanie sat me down and told me it was time to leave, confident I had nowhere else to go.

She was wrong.

While they slept, I earned my CPA license. While they spent, I saved every dollar. While they dismissed me as "just the girlfriend," I bought my own condo.

When Kieran finally came crawling back, begging for another chance, I had one thing to say:

"I'm already married. To a man who didn't need three years to know my worth."

He thought I'd wait forever.

He thought wrong.

Chapter 1

Aubrey Delacruz

They said I wasn't family because there was no marriage license.

For three years, that phrase was a hammer, beating down my worth while I cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and managed their struggling finances. Jeanie Cash, Kieran's mother, wielded those words like a weapon. "You're not legally family, dear," she'd say, whenever I asked for a seat at the main table, a say in household decisions, or simply a shred of dignity.

Kieran, caught between his mother's demands and my quiet presence, chose the path of least resistance. Always. His younger brother, Collin, simply floated through life, enjoying the benefits of my labor without a thought.

They saw a doormat. I was building a door.

The aroma of my lemon-herb roasted chicken filled the Cash family kitchen. I had spent hours preparing Sunday dinner—roast chicken, creamy potato gratin, fresh arugula salad, and Jeanie's favorite lemon tart. I carried the heavy platter to the dining room.

The family was already seated. Jeanie at the head. Kieran to her right, scrolling through his phone. Collin sprawled in his chair, smirking at something on his screen.

No one offered to help.

I placed the platter down and stepped back, moving toward the kitchen nook—a cramped space next to the pantry where my own modest plate waited. This was my spot. Away from the main table. A silent declaration of my status.

"Aubrey, dear," Jeanie called, her voice sweet yet sharp. "There's no room here. Why don't you eat in the nook? It's cozier, isn't it?"

I nodded, my throat tight.

From the dining room, I heard Jeanie's voice drift toward me. "It's really too bad Aubrey doesn't have more family. She always seems so… alone."

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