Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Vengeance

through my left arm. It was encased in a cast, heavy and restrictive. Beside me, Ben lay in his own bed,

is voice raspy. "You finall

t stiff, my face still bruised. "I gue

er expression neutral. "Mr. Steele sends his regards, Mrs. Steele. He wishes for you to know that the cha

te? After he broke my arm a

moving to freeze the assets of Moreno Corp. if you fail to comply with his requests regarding Ms.

eatening Ben; he was threatening to dismantle everything we had left. T

?" I asked, my voi

acknowledging your brother's culpability." She paused, her eyes finally meeting mine, a hint of pity in their dep

ver me. He had me. He had us all. Ben' s free

soft, but firm. "Don't d

is broken body. "I have to, Be

No. We'll find anoth

in me. It was a lifeline in the crushing darkness. I took a deep breath,

rporate world, preferring to spend his days fighting for digital justice. He was loud, opinionated, and fiercely loy

e believed it was the only way to secure our future. He hadn't known about my secret crush on

itnessed a horrific accident as a child, involving his mother and a contaminated environment. It had scarred him deeply, leading to his severe OCD an

a charm against the darkness. I had meticulously cleaned and sterilized it, believing it woul

it up with a gloved hand, rushed to the trash, and dropped it in, then scrubbed his hands with aggressive

lth. That's what I was to him. All my efforts, all

lly saw the grotesque absurdity of it all. My years of silent devotion, my

the empty halls, the silence heavier than ever. I went to my room, opening my closet. I needed to pack. To leave. But first, I

as expensive, undoubtedly. I felt a surge of cold fury. This was her lucky charm, the one he was

It clicked open. Inside, a tiny, almost invisible chip

e sitting room. Laughter. His laughter. A sound I had rarely, if ever

awn by a morbid curiosity. The

d casually over his shoulder. She looked perfectly fine, her face radiant, her eyes sparkling. They

iss to his cheek. He didn't flinch. "Making Blair apologize like that. A

hrough my chest. "Anything for you, darling. You deserve to be protecte

ainst his. "And to getting rid of that irritatin

s wasn't just a betrayal. It was a calculated, cruel mockery. My husband, celebrating wit

er him, suddenly felt like a burning coal in my hand. I clutched it tight, my nails bi

e cold drops mixing with my hot tears. I ran until my lungs burned, until my le

y were all a lie. A grotesque, humiliating lie. Edwardo never loved me. He never would. He

my mind were crystal clear: Edwardo's tender smile, Cassie's trium

the gutter, the bitter taste a perfect mirror to my broken spirit. My

o

n who would never love her, and a father who despised its very existence. Thi

nd. The pregnancy would end. I would erase

ent, this time for myself. For the abortion. For my freedom. My father' s company, Ben' s f

ad carefully hidden, vibrated. It was a new alert. A video. My private video. The one Edwardo had recorded of us, in some desperate attempt years ago to bri

ef, but from a fresh wave of humiliation so profound, it stole my bre