His Empire, My Vengeful Return

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oment, I saw a flicker of something undefinable in his gaze – was

his face. He looked at me, covered in blood and tears,

armth. He took a step back, as if my grief was a contagion. "Kayle

utting deeper than any physical blow. This wasn't the m

had retreated moments before. "She told me you were stalking her, that you were trying to r

ative, already spun, was all about me, the villain.

th pain. "They... they stopped the doctors. She hurt me. O

, just a fleeting impatience. "Look, Kaylene, I told you, Clarabelle is everything now

f our family... it was all a cruel illusion. I remembered sacrificing my own modest trust fund, the one my "normal" life had afforded me, to help him launch his first startup. He had promised to repay m

A complication. Honestly, in a way -" he paused, and a chilling

oiding the small body. "And clean up this mess." His words, casual and dism

earing, icy rage. The kind, loving man I had married, the man I had g

r but laced with an undeniable steel. "

a child would just complicate things. Honestly, his... unfortunate demise... clears the path for

t landed with a soft flutter, settling in the pool of

ht years of 'marriage' for a hundred thousand. Not bad for a bad investment." He

o had been watching from the hallway, now stepped forward, a triumphant smirk plastered on

ous pleasure. "Enjoy your solitude, Kaylene," she purred,

again, not gently, but with a deafening cra

esire for a normal life. But the sight of me, broken and bleeding, clutching my dead child amidst the carnage, broke him. His gaze swept over the

d-rimmed, glistening. He looked at me, his beloved

th unshed tears and a terrifying, bone-deep