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The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 725    |    Released on: 20/01/2026

f her boxes. Cristina ran back into the ap

ck sketchbook from the desk. She clutched

front do

ep. Beep

e was e

round frantically. There was no way t

the French windows in the study. She pressed herself ag

ounded stressed. He walked into the living room, followed by th

His voice was calm, pragmatic. "Davida needs a narrative, Jackson. 'Si

cker," Jackson growl

stepsister," Harrison said. "We need to show Dav

rustle of fabric as he sat on the

Davida picked up

t me on Twitter. They're

Jackson's voice was ge

," Davida sniffle

thing. She pressed he

esigns are anonymous. We don't hold the copy

ice cold. "She left everything. She signed the N

ed them," Harri

ar as the world knows, Sunny is a ghost.

said. Her crying

ashion Week that Davida has been 'Sunny' all along. That she was designing

Jackson," Har

Cristina is out. She's probably halfw

skin. They weren't just taking her husband and he

ed. "Do you have the new b

udy," Jackson said. "Sh

were coming to

t. She held the sketchbook so

the study

t on the desk,

rawers," Jac

ng open and slamming shut. T

z.

on the wall

re asking if they can clear the loading dock. T

et rid of them. Tel

id. "I need to get the paperw

n said. "I'll

eated. The study d

. She heard the refrigerator door

She kicked off her heels, holding them in

e

She reached the front door. She opened it

e hallway and let t

e stairs. She sprinted down three flights before

the sketchbo

pered to the empty stairwe

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“I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I'd be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years-a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.”