Helene Richard: The Truth Unveiled

Wise. I was the polished GNN anchor who cleaned up his scandals,

on-air rival went viral, I finally ha

red, framed for taking bribes, and p

ling me a "bad mommy" after his grandmothe

g deal to stay as his quiet, compensated wife while his

cruelest irony: I was actua

ds reaching for my throat,

hispered, looking h

stomach, sacrificing our unborn child to ensure he

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parazzi shot of Garrett. My husband. The man whose name was synonymous with Wall Street royalty. He was draped over Daphne McClure, my on-air rival

e, we've got a live hit from the Wise Capital PR team in T-minus six

e, practiced over a decade of reporting on other people's disasters, stayed fixed. My heart, however, felt

have breaking news regarding the recent allegations surrounding Garrett Wise, heir to

gh the lens, were ice. "My son, Garrett Wise," she began, her voice a low, commanding purr, "has always been a passiona

e. "Helene, as Garrett's devoted wife, is fully aware of the steps w

, I nodded, a faint, professional smile playing on my lips. My co-anchor, a man whose

orbid curiosity. I walked straight to my dressing room. The air was thick with the scent of

se just called. He said he's going to

and a half-hearted apology. Not this time. This time, he' d gone too far

ses. Ten years of being the dutiful, poised wife who held the family n

awyer. "Prepare the papers. I want a divorce. And I want everything they o

ilence in the apartment was heavy, punctuated only by the distant wail of sirens. Garr

w me sitting on the sofa, divorce papers neatly stacked on the coffee

k lovely, but a bit grim. Don't tell me you actually bought into all that tabloid non

al. And this is real too." I pushed the papers across the table with my index finger.

uded with indifference, sharpened as he read the

replacing the earlier nonchalance. "A joke? After ev

tected the Wise name. I was just a convenient shield,

icant portion of the family's assets'?" He slammed his hand on the table, making the papers

angerously calm. "I've been dealing with it

Don't you dare threaten me or my family. Or our son." His words were a low g

ng my own child into a weapon. "That woman," Kellen had called me, his small face contorted with disdain, echoing his grandmother' s

free with a sharp yank, "has made

saw the true, unvarnished cruelty beneath the charming veneer. My hand shot out, grabbing the nearest t

ht me?" he sneered. "You think you can walk away from us with anything

Before I could react, he shoved me hard. I stumbled backward, my head hitting the edge of the ornate marble fireplace

filled with rage, now held a flicker of something else. Fear? Regret? It w

e you. I can just as easily unmake you. You will lose everything. Your career

me sprawled on the cold marble, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, an