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The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return

The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1067    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

ry autumn leaves against the pavement. The SUV came to a har

d and pulled the door handle. It did n

ight, as if someone had wrapped a leather belt around her chest and pulled it to the last notch. She pressed

hit her face, smelling of exhaust fumes and damp eart

f the emergency drop-off zone. Her black

owned out the soun

retcher. The wheels hit a puddle of muddy water, sending a

and took a precise step back.

Bright red blood pulsed from a wound on the man's n

terial pressure was immense. The gauze was instantly soaked, slipping on the slick blood as he struggled to locate t

f her trench coat and tossed it

the yellow e

a charge nurse yelled, stepping i

he nurse. Her stare was dead and freezing cold

operating table. She snatched the hemostat

rn, slippery flesh of the neck wound. She found the pulsing a

ng stopped

is mouth hanging open. "Who th

," Catherine said. Her voice was flat and carried a distinct, clippe

owd of stunned nurses. She was hugging a tablet to her chest and b

tor. She took a sterile towel from a tray and

squeaking. "This is Dr. Clarke. Th

vanished. The medical st

wel into a red biohazard bin.

ER in my office in ten m

kly retrieving the beige trench coat from the valet and draping it securely over her own arm

looked at the oil paintings of past deans lining the walls. Her eyes stopp

e doors. "This is your office, Dr. Clarke. Y

-to-ceiling window. She looked down at the cit

r schedule. Also, I should mention the VIP wing. We have a very

dge of the desk. The sharp edge of the woo

ame?" Catherine asked. She ke

lair. The Sinclair family. Their security tea

against her ribs. It beat

er desk. "Cancel all my non-ess

"But the board members

her. "I need to review the finan

ickly and hurried

heavy wooden door shut. She hear

sk sha

the desk. She gasped for air, her ch

r. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely grip the

cold metal of an old

The cover popped open. Inside was a fad

g thumb. A hot tear fell from her eye and hit the g

ne began to flash. A loud, piercing ring shattered the sile

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“Five years ago, I faked my death in a yacht explosion just to escape my ruthless, controlling husband, Gerald Sinclair. Now, I have returned to Boston as the new Dean of Medicine at St. Jude Hospital. My only goal was to secretly check on my seven-year-old daughter, Cassidy. But what I saw shattered my heart. She was locked inside a heavily guarded VIP suite like a prisoner, so psychologically broken that she was standing on a windowsill, ready to jump. Gerald's armed security team treated the hospital like a military base, forcing her to swallow heavy psychiatric pills. When she managed to escape through the air ducts and collapsed into my arms in the courtyard, her small, feverish body trembled violently. "No! I don't want to go back to the white room!" She begged me, crying in terror. But because my identity was a secret, I could only watch helplessly as Gerald's security chief tore my own child from my embrace and locked her back in the cage. I didn't understand why Gerald would rather destroy our daughter's mind than let us go. Was his twisted obsession and need for control worth driving his own flesh and blood to the brink of death? Now, my cover is blown. Gerald just received the message that I am alive, and he is flying back in a blind rage, freezing my accounts and locking down the entire city to trap me. But he forgot one thing. I am no longer the helpless wife he backed into a corner. This time, I am taking my daughter back.”