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

You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 876    |    Released on: 06/01/2026

a

from the bac

te sheets, but the pain didn't register. The sting was noth

nurse cried out, rushing into the room as

llow, stripped of the tremor that usua

d from the bank. I didn't call a driver. I didn't call Harrison. I haile

It reeked of lemon polish and expensi

ght to the m

hes he bought. I didn't want the jewelry th

iled that charming, lethal smile, his hand clamped possessively on

t against

ered explosivel

ed like sandalwood and lies. I threw them into a heap in the center of the room. I went to t

creaming in protest, but I couldn't

do you think

ed like a whip

ir messy. For a split second, he looked like a worried husband. T

bottle of whiskey from the dresser-his

the room. The air pressure dropped. The

ouring the amber liquid

" He

g the empty bottle. It thudded dully against the carpet.

ches from mine. "You walk out of the hospital, you

ed, broken sound. "That's all I am t

ng calm that used to make me feel safe. Now it made my skin crawl.

he marriage lic

wrist tightened until m

ered. "It was just paperwork, Ava.

ou chose her!" I screamed, the rage finally breaking t

me. "Brooke held the codes to the offshore accounts! Y

ed your

struck

k of it silenced the room. Harrison breathed heavily

u made me do,

ped the whiskey. Before I could process his movement,

ed, I fought, but I was weak

y headboard. He pulled the knots

I sobbed into the mattress. "You're sick. You're upset

to ring from in

The screen lit up

roken on the bed we shared.

take this

whispered. "Don't yo

n the morning, Ava. Try to get some sl

d off th

ked shut. The

a man who didn't exist, listening to the sil

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback
You Lost Me: The Genius Heiress's Comeback
“I lay on the freezing bathroom floor, my life slipping away in crimson rivulets as I lost the baby Harrison claimed he wanted more than breath itself. In the next room, my husband was laughing into his phone, discussing party decorations with his mistress. When I finally dragged myself to the door to beg for help, he just stepped over me. "Call a doctor," he sighed, annoyed. "I have to go. Brooke's flight lands in an hour." Three days later, during a bank robbery, the gunmen held pistols to both our heads and gave Harrison a choice: save me, or save his mistress. Harrison didn't even blink. "Let the blonde go," he said, his voice void of emotion. "She's vital. Keep the wife. She's just insurance." I took a bullet because of him. But the true kill shot came when I woke up in the hospital. The family lawyer looked at me with pity and revealed the truth: Harrison never filed our marriage license. For three years, I wasn't his wife. I was just a prop. A clean face to front his estate while he laundered money. Harrison thought he had won when he drugged me and put me on a rigged boat to ship me away to an asylum. He watched from the dock as the vessel exploded into a fireball, believing his problem was incinerated. He thinks I'm dead. He thinks he's free to rule his empire with the woman who destroyed my life. But he forgot one thing: you can't kill a ghost. And I'm coming back to burn his world to ash.”