Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 640 | Released on: 12/05/2026

tween me and the hostile world. It took the edge off their sharp word

He sighed, a sou

id, his voice coming through faintly

" I replied,

and throug

that," he continued. "You are still my

ed his friends when they humiliated me. He just let it happen. It was another way to assert

es from a difficult background. She's on scholarship, trying to make

st casual. "She needs support, I... well, I enjoy her company. Nothing more. She know

s. But I saw through it all. He wanted me to be a compliant, decorative wife who didn't threaten h

t. He raised his

Ava?" he asked, a hint

my voice betraying no e

a vacant look, then quickly resumed my position, resting my head

d, my eyes still closed. "You said it keeps you sharp, keeps things interesting.

eyes and l

. "It must be hard for her, in her situation. I ho

t shift in his demeanor that would indicate I ha

car shifted. The car, which had been moving, suddenly jerk

opped, low a

" he hissed. "Are you try

earbuds, genui

e a whisper. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just...

te something in him. His eyes flared

, his voice a low

hed against the windows, heavy drops drumming on the roof. The car filled with the oppressive silence,

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Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao Modern

“To save my family from ruin, I remarried my billionaire ex-husband, Jaxon Lowe. He held my late mother' s locket hostage, forcing me back into a gilded cage where I endured his cold contempt and his very public affair. I played the part of the silent, obedient wife he demanded, building a wall of ice around my heart just to survive. But my obedience didn't protect me. He abandoned me in a torrential downpour to rescue his mistress, Ivory. Then, he broke his one promise. He let Ivory have my mother's locket pulled from auction, the very reason for my sacrifice, simply because she found it "unlucky." That final betrayal led me straight into the hands of his business rival, where I was tortured and left for dead. But I survived. Four months later, Jaxon found me. He stood before me, tears streaming down his face, holding the now-repaired locket and begging for forgiveness. I took back what was mine. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice calm and final. "And I never want to see you again."”