The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 6

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dining room. A crystal chandelier cast a

at down. Her stomach rumbled loudly. The fever had burned th

stepped forward. She placed a folded

ss," the maid

viar, surrounded by thin crackers and a smear of crème fraîche. Next to the plate was a

spoon. She scooped up a cluster of the b

her mouth. The eggs popped. A burst of in

wave hit the base of her sk

freezing cold. The pressure against her skin was immense,

lls. Suddenly, a massive, rough rope net slammed into her. The coarse fibers dug into her flesh. Panic ex

ds gripped the edge of the heavy oak t

rd wooden deck. The air burned her lungs. A shadow loomed over her. A sharp, freezing pain sli

from Ava's fingers. It hit the p

in cold sweat. Her chest heaved violently

d forward, her eyes wide wi

e brine mixed with the phantom sensation of blood. She slap

o her knees in front of the marble toilet. Her stomach violently contracted. Sh

e toilet. She pulled herself up using the edge of the marble si

y. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was

n. The pain was too spec

ace, and walked back to the dining roo

t," Ava

up a silver spoon. Her hand trembled slightly. She scooped up a piece of

er skin turning instantly rigid. The excru

e edge of the table and squeezed her

d at her hands. She had brough

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The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

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“I lived my entire life in a beautiful, naive bubble, completely trusting my husband and my best friend. That was until they tied me to a chair, slit my vocal cords, and set my family's estate on fire. As the flames crept closer, my husband Demarco calmly crushed my diamond wedding ring under his leather heel. My best friend Cristin walked in, leaning against his shoulder and pouring her champagne onto the floorboards to fuel the fire. "Your grandfather didn't just have a stroke. The medication swap was incredibly easy to arrange." Looking down at my bleeding body, they casually confessed to murdering the only person who had ever truly protected me, all to swallow the Bridges empire. I couldn't even scream. I could only suffocate in the thick black smoke as they turned their backs and locked the heavy oak door behind them. Why was I so blind? How could the two people I loved most treat me like disposable garbage? In my final moments of agonizing pain and pure, concentrated fury, I pulled out the detonator my grandfather had secretly left me. I pressed the button, blowing the estate and all of us to hell. But the burning stopped. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at a pristine crystal chandelier. I was fifteen years old again, lying in my childhood bedroom, right before my treacherous uncle and those parasites started tearing my family apart. And I didn't come back empty-handed. This time, I am not the naive heiress.”