The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge

Chapter 6

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on the highest speed setting. They barely clea

uckles ached from the pressure. The lea

financial update. The anchor's voice

against the dashboard,

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risty's screaming face. Dangelo Abbot

ike she was suffocating insi

Avenue. The streetlights blurred int

ck Lincoln SUV was driv

hand. A sharp pain stabbed behind her left e

ed hard t

rake lights of the Lincoln SUV w

its brakes in the mid

right foot down on the brak

red violently against her foot. The tires scre

slid f

locked, biting hard into her collarbone an

ogether. A dull rin

ds still gripping the wheel, her chest r

. No blood. The airb

aked windshield. The Lincoln SUV

insurance card from the glove compartment and

or open and stepp

toward the front of her car. Her hood was crumpled, pr

side door of

ed out. He didn't bother with an um

Alia, his face

the rain. "Do you have any idea what this bumper

od up straight, ignoring the

of the trailing driver," Alia said loudly, her voice perfectly steady.

urprised by her lack of fear. H

he f

ed past her shoulder, staring at the

rned he

roof glass of the rear wind

k. Alia could only see the fain

He was entirely in shadow. He held

n degrees. The hairs on her arms stoo

surance card so ha

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The Betrayed Wife's Spectacular Sweet Revenge

Emma Romance

“Alia bought her four-million-dollar Manhattan townhouse in cash the day before she married Jerel. For three years, she worked eighty-hour weeks as a top architect to build their life, until an anonymous text shattered her reality. It was a high-definition photo of her husband kissing his junior partner, followed by an eight-week ultrasound. Alia didn't scream. She went home, only to find her mother-in-law throwing IVF brochures at her, screaming that she was a selfish, barren workaholic for not giving the family an heir. Jerel played the perfect, gentle husband, wrapping his arms around her and urging her to rest. But later that night, Alia caught them on a secret call with a lawyer. They were plotting to blindside her with a divorce, claiming his minor financial contributions entitled him to the property, aiming to kick her out with a measly fifty-thousand-dollar settlement. They wanted to steal her hard-earned home to raise his pregnant mistress's child. Alia's jaw tightened until her teeth ached. She had paid for every single inch of that estate. Did they really think her dedication to her career made her blind, weak, and easy to destroy? She didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she walked into the office of the city's most ruthless private equity billionaire and struck a dangerous deal to lock away all her assets in an irrevocable trust. Days later, when Jerel handed her the settlement with a fake, sympathetic smile, Alia poured cold black coffee directly over the ink. "Tell Tiffany she is never stepping foot inside my house," Alia said smoothly. "I'll see you in court."”