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Out Of Your League: The Lethal Ex-Wife

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1087    |    Released on: Today at 11:30

shoved it under her pillow just as a high-pitched

Ivy T

avy suit, his hand resting protectively on Ivy's slightly swollen st

skin, the hospital gown, the bruises. A flash o

mouth. Her voice dripped with fake pity. "You look abso

his face, disgusted by the smell of antiseptic and blo

ew them onto Erica's lap. The heavy paper slapped against her blan

sset division agreement. Consider this the last bit of generosity I'm willin

't look at

lten, then shifted her gaze to Ivy. It was the look of

formed in his stomach. He hated that look. He

with me, Erica! Stop stalli

a," she whined, forcing a tremble into her voice. "My baby needs

tear fell fro

sound bounced off the sterile walls, m

pun it effortlessly between her f

ss the fifty pages of legal text. In less than a second,

ped spinni

on. "And the addendum on page fifteen. You're trying to transfer

ined of all color

n who had spent three years rotting in a cell. She had just dismantle

d like a vice. "Colten, what is she talking abo

k of papers. She whipp

chest. The sharp edge of the paper sliced across

n percent of Fischer Group shares I originally owned. At their absolute peak

d purple. The veins

m his lips. "Those shares tanked the second you went

against her pillow

"And the black money routing number you used to bribe th

e request. It exploited a zero-day vulnerability in the protocol, creating a silent data bridge

al bed to stop himself from collapsing. The anger in h

, his chest heaving. "Where

ooked at him like he was a pig

a manicured finger at Erica. "Colten, c

ed Ivy across the face. The

mouth!" Col

ng her red cheek, sobbing in genui

wn his temples. He pulled his phone from his pocket wit

I'm about to text you," Colten ordered, his voice

assed in agon

naged to keep throughout her prison sentence. The screen of Erica's burner phone, sitting next to the heart m

f the modified agreement. She signed her name with aggr

ment onto the floor. She w

sh and get out

. He glared at her, his chest heaving.

he arm and dragged

e ice. This money was just the operational

taped to her hand and ripped it out. Blood instantl

feet hit the cold floor.

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Out Of Your League: The Lethal Ex-Wife
Out Of Your League: The Lethal Ex-Wife
“Erica Murphy had spent three years rotting in a freezing prison cell. She thought she was serving time for a tragic accident, but the truth was much darker. Her husband, Colten, had framed her for his mistress's drunk hit-and-run, stolen her fortune, and left her to take the fall. The day Erica was finally released, a speeding car intentionally slammed into her, shattering her spine. As she lay dying on the emergency room table, flatlining on the monitor, Colten and his pregnant mistress didn't come to save her. Instead, they tossed a stack of divorce papers onto her bloody hospital blanket. They wanted her to sign away her last remaining shares and take on thirty million dollars of toxic corporate debt. "Sign it," Colten demanded coldly, looking at her crushed body with utter disgust. "Consider this the last bit of dignity I'm giving you." The original Erica died right there, suffocating in despair and betrayal, unable to understand how the man she loved could be so monstrous. But when the flatline on the monitor suddenly spiked and her eyes snapped open, the traumatized victim was gone. Replaced by the cold, calculating consciousness of a future special ops commander. With microscopic nanobots rapidly fusing her shattered bones together, Erica picked up the pen, preparing to burn Colten's entire empire to ashes.”