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The Scar He Gave, The Queen I Became

Chapter 5 Divorce Petition

Word Count: 866    |    Released on: 16/03/2026

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sarcasm. "The way she looked when I pulled her out... it was like she was actually dying. You

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back to the bar to retrieve his glass. He swirled the amber liquid

Isabelle developed her severe aquaphobia after she heroically pulled you from the Hudson River four years ago. Why would Caden

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The Scar He Gave, The Queen I Became
The Scar He Gave, The Queen I Became
“I was dragged from the bottom of a pool, soaking wet and freezing, only to be accused by my husband of trying to drown his mistress. He believed her lies completely. He saw her feigned cough and trembling shoulders but was blind to my chattering teeth and the genuine terror in my eyes from my severe water PTSD. "Your jealousy is a sickness," he spat, ignoring my pleas. He threatened me with divorce and financial ruin for my family, all while his mistress, Isabelle, smirked at me from behind his back. He let me collapse onto the cold marble floor, turning his back on three years of marriage to comfort the woman who had set me up. The irony was suffocating. I was the one who had saved his life from a river years ago, an act that left me with a crippling phobia and a permanent scar he never noticed. He thought Isabelle was the traumatized victim. He thought my love was a transaction. That night, the love died. I walked away from his millions and the pathetic wife he thought I was. From the hidden lining of my clutch, I pulled out an encrypted phone he'd never seen and gave a single command: "Execute." My life as Mrs. Mueller was over. My real life was just beginning.”