icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

The Scapegoat Wife's Ultimate Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1049    |    Released on: 11/12/2025

te lace obscuring half my face, but it felt less like an accessory and more like a necessary disguise. On my wrist, a delicate silve

gant black. And on his wrist, a matching silver bracelet, a replica of mine. It was a sub

rs. And on her wrist, a silver bracelet, identical to mine, identical to Conor's. My breath

foolish, fragile hope flickered. Was he finally coming for me? Was he about to c

ssessive. Conor paused, his trajectory shifting slightly, his attention insta

is face. He extended his hand, a formal gesture. "Jace

anted to scream, to lash out, to make him see the absurdity of his ch

he asked, his smile faltering

bit tired of the masked charade." I held up the divorce papers, neatly folded, th

randfather Elsworth, at the podium, tapped the microphone.

instantly pulled away. The muscles in his jaw tightened.

urged, my voice low but firm.

e." He gave me a quick, dismissive nod, then turned, walking quickly towar

ned the papers, unknowingly, with his indifference. It was done. The charade was

oulders. The city lights twinkled below, indifferent to my personal drama. I

a collective gasp from the crowd. Moments later, emergency lights flickered on, cast

velvet drapes, which the spotlight briefly illuminated. And the

It was deep, hungry, desperate. A primal embrace, filled with an intensity that made my stomach churn. The lingering illusion of their

Isn't that just the most romantic thing you've ever seen? The way he holds her, so tender

o close, haven't they? Such a devoted couple. It' s almost unfair t

a grotesque parody of the love I had desperately sought, the love I had fooled myself into believing I sha

d pulled a small, silver locket from beneath her gown. It was a locket I recognized, one Alina had designed, a unique, deeply personal piec

ulterated cruelty. She was not just stealing my

It felt heavy, suddenly, a burden I no longer wished to carr

me, their whispers fading. I stopped directly in front of him, close enough to smell th

rmurs. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else. Or

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open