The Ex-Wife's Unforgiving Revenge

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stament to the surgery, but her laughter echoed through the spacious, sunlit room. A new heart, a

ached, as she carefully stacked colorful

imed, pointing to a corner

ightly wrapped boxes sat on a mahogany table.

n?" Ida asked, her vo

ring us with gifts since Ida' s recovery. A gilded cag

e... maybe we can use his money to buy us a real

ed me. A real house. A library. The lif

ack to another time, another

t was my wedding day. I was standing beside Grayson, his hand warm and strong in mine, the o

face, then a headline: "Professor Miles Accused of Predatory Behavior." Beneath it, a grainy photo of him and Grayson

te videos, edited to portray me as manipulative, coercive. My voice, whispering

ed, had sliced through the shocked silence. "Tell them y

g into a million pieces. The man I love

oice raw with disbelief. "My father

father' s colleagues, former friends, now turning o

in. He' d chased after them, desperate to clear his name. I' d

scandal, had spiraled. She' d lost everythin

m, was born behind those cold, padded walls. They took him from me, just hours after he entered the

lian. A tragic figure. You brought this all on yourself. You and your family of degenerates." He would hit

d in the doorway, a small, leather-bound journal in h

uiet, his gaze wary. He held it out to

r of his hand, the way his eyes avoided mine. Th

evoid of interest. I didn' t reach fo

lding the journal, looking lost. This was exactly what I wanted. To

I said, using the excuse to escape. I

lingering on the faint shadows beneath my eyes, the weary lines around my mouth. "You' re still so thin," he murmur

n," I said, my voice laced with ice. "Usually, it

ything." He released me, stepping back. "I know I messed up. Terribly. But I swear

charity? Your pity?" A bitter smile twisted my lips. "Perhaps I am. Perhaps I always d

he defiant, spitting woman he remembered. This was a broken sh

membered the desperation, the frantic energy of my initial resistance, the way I'd scratched and bit and clawed

s, and then, "I' ve just transferred five million

ars for a lifetime of suffering. But it was

Kiera Lara. Grayson winced, then answered, his voice softening slightly, tho

"Grayson, where are you? Adam is asking for you. He' s had a nightm

s. "Jillian," he said, his voice hesitant. "Adam... he asks about you some

a plea. My mind raced. This was an une