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Rising From Ashes: My Masked Runway Comeback

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1768    |    Released on: Today at 12:01

ost more per sheet than most people's hourly wage. Honora sat in the facility's adminis

iately. Past due, technically, since the auto-draft from th

leaned across her desk. "I want to be clear. This isn't personal. We have a waiting list of forty f

had practiced this in the mirror, the way she practi

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Fourteen months for a dementia bed. Shared rooms. Understaffed wards. Her grandmother, who had raised her, who had sung her

a stood, smoothing her coat. "I'm going to

She didn't mention that the black card in her wallet-the American Express Centurion with h

into the November cold and

till lay on the bedroom floor, silk fragments catching the morni

ombination her wedding date-0603-changed after the first year when she had pointed out

el clic

fe was

here-property deeds, stock certificates, the physical evidence of their merged lives. The small velvet box tha

o

her heart. Something deeper. Something that had kept her believing, even afte

ou're

from the doorwa

sallow. Behind her, Aletha Chase perched on the arm of the leather sofa, one hand resting on her still-flat stoma

oice was careful. "Wha

heels clicking against the hardwood. "I have a key. As does my son. As does-

tisfied, the smile of a woman who had w

he empty safe. "Wh

n property? The card has been reassigned. More appropriate hands." She nodded t

"-junk, mostly. Sentimental value o

n her great-grandmother's. The setting worn thin from generations of wearing, the band t

osed

mechanical. "Both of you. This is st

ndon, the one where he had signed deals worth billions. "You signed a prenuptial agreement, my de

d to the window, to the view of the Hudson that

room," Aletha said. "Don't you t

one with the recording app she had installed after the first time Claudine had cornered her at a f

r expression blank, wounded, th

sked, her voice small, broken. "H

eren't hers. "The Asian markets. The merger. The child." She glanced at Aletha's stomach with an expre

peated the word like sh

ar. You're

entia care. Round-the-clock nursing. Efford mentioned the cost at dinner last week. Said he w

e crumpling, the tears that gathered but didn't fall. She played the part th

t. "Please, don't. My gra

r skirt. "You had. Past tense, my d

d Honora without looking at her, two women who had never doubted their plac

he saved it to three locations. She emailed copies to her own accounts, to E

alked to t

the housekeeper had left it. Darjeeling, Claudine's favorit

Aletha had left by the sofa-Bergdorf Goodman, she recognized the distinctive green,

ured t

nd cashmere and leather. It soaked into the bags, into the tissue paper, int

a scr

me. She stood in the doorway now, watching her new wardrobe dissolve in a po

razy b

e turned, and she slapped A

lm stung, and Aletha's head snapped sideways,

nt to her cheek, her ey

e mother-in-law with you. And if either of you ever-" she stepped closer, close enough to smell Aletha's perfume, something cloying and expensive "-ever threatens my gran

screen showing the audio fi

e-the ruined bags, the handprint on Aletha's face, the phone in Honora's ha

ouldn'

in the storage unit mirror, the one that didn't reach her e

threats, Claudine's heels clicking with angry precision

he ruined living

y had bought at auction in Istanbul. It would stain.

she had saved months ago, the one she had told herself she would neve

nd Asso

to challenge the Thornton family trust. I believe I'm entitled to a sig

n. Let me check Mr. Stephens's schedule... It seems he has an

t the city beyond, at the life

there,"

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Rising From Ashes: My Masked Runway Comeback
Rising From Ashes: My Masked Runway Comeback
“I sat in the emergency room corridor, pressing a soaked bandage against my heavily bleeding arm. I had texted my husband of three years, billionaire Efford Thornton, begging him to come. He did come, but he walked right past me as if I were a piece of furniture. When the doctor finally brought the last bag of O-negative blood in the city to save my life, Efford's assistant intercepted it. Efford coldly ordered the blood to be sent to the VIP wing for Aletha Chase. "Mrs. Chase is pregnant with the Thornton heir," he declared flatly. "The priority is non-negotiable." As I watched my life-saving blood being carried away, he handed me a divorce agreement and an NDA. If I dared to expose his affair, he would immediately cut off the funding for my grandmother's dementia care, leaving her to rot in a public ward. He then turned his back, leaving me to bleed out in the hallway. For three years, I had given up my career and my identity to be his perfect, compliant wife. I couldn't understand how the man who once looked at me like I was his whole world could now literally watch me die just to protect his mistress. But he forgot one thing. The submissive wife he married was just a ghost. I wiped the blood from my hands, dug out the leather half-mask I had hidden away years ago, and made a call. It was time for the legendary runway model "Phoenix" to rise from the ashes and burn his empire to the ground.”
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