The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return

Chapter 5

Word Count: 721 | Released on: 07/05/2026

uct. The metal was freezing. Dust coated her throat, mak

against her bare knees. Warm blood trickle

her, men in black suits were running in circ

that looked loose. She pushed her thin shoulder aga

he hole and fell into

her leg. Tears filled her eyes. She gasped, quickly covering her mou

Two guards shined flashlights into the closet. The br

m grunted. They sla

footsteps faded. She pushed herself up, putting her

w how to hide from cameras. She had le

oor leading to an outdoor courtyard. The afterno

autumn wind hit her face. It smelled like dea

lockdown had cleared everyone out. Onl

hide behind the statue. Her vision sta

teady, calm click of high

an in a beige trench coat was walking t

g to lock her back in the white room. She tried to ste

ell f

rd stone. She crashed

saw the child falling. She dropped to her k

ud smeared across Catherine's coat. Her phone tumbl

mall hands against Catherine's che

aw the pale face, the terrif

th left her lungs. It was t

hest. She wrapped her arms around the small body. Tears exploded fr

e. The woman

d it. A faint, sweet

it something deep inside her memory. Her ti

er hands and grabbed the lapels of the beige

eyes and buried her face in Cassidy's hair. She let out a brok

erine's skin. "I'm so tired," C

of the courtya

rds. He saw the two figures on the grass. His hand rip

he noise. She sna

ild with her own body. Catherine glared at Clinton.

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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.”