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Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 468    |    Released on: 12/05/2026

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he steering wheel. I braced myself for the verbal assault I knew was coming. J

a young woman, slender and pale, her blonde hair plastered to her fac

ed, his voice ch

me, his face

anded, his voice c

rrential rain. The heavy drops instantly soaked through my thin dre

towards the shivering figure. He shielded her from the rain, his arm going around

, his voice soft, almost tender. He led her to

bia student. The woman whose hair I found in his car. Th

e huddled under a small

ed, her voice light. "That l

his voice laced with affection. "B

ot matching ones when we were young, foolish, and deeply in love. He kept his covered, but I always felt mine, a constant reminder of a love that ha

cent graduate with bright eyes and an eagerness to please. I walked into his office, a surprise visit w

e closed the door, shutting me out. He drove away, leaving me alone on th

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Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge
Stolen Locket, Stolen Heart: Her Revenge
“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."”