The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

Chapter 2

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epped into the foyer. The muscles in his neck were tight, a dull a

ed. His eyes immediately went to the head of the

tes of roasted meat and seasoned vegetables. Cassandra sa

o Cassandra. "Where is Bianca?" His voice was flat, car

e, a picture of fragile hesitation. "Sister Bianca... she was in the kitc

. "I saw her struggling, so I made

picked up his fork. He took a bite. The food

ooking? The image didn't fit. She was a Sinclair.

refully. "She seemed upset. M

atters' hit him like a physical blow, reminding him of the Sinclair famil

late. He reached for his water glass, his thumb rubbing hard aga

s were wide and innocent. "No. Sh

nce washed over his chest. Bianca was always like t

didn't take another bite. He walked out of the dining room, his heav

at his half-empty plate. The corners of mouth

d shirt over her head and threw it hard into the laundry basket. H

ilk slip dress. "Madam, where

r voice was thick and tight.

"Please be careful. And Mr

shot through her chest. She let out a dry, bitter laugh. "

ing dark eyeliner with aggressive, sharp strokes. She pulled

own the stairs. As she passed the dining room, she glanced inside.

on her lungs. She swallowed hard, forcing

black SUV. He quickly opened t

he leather seat. "

eaned her head against the cold glass of the window. She closed her eyes.

tchen. She thought of Kahlil sitting at that table, eating Cassandra

throat burned. She needed the burn of alcohol. She needed to

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The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

Cornelia Romance

“My husband, Kahlil, despised me, while his "sister" Cassandra lived in our home, playing the role of a fragile, wheelchair-bound victim. To get rid of me, she orchestrated a trap, taking a misleading photo to frame me for having an affair. When Kahlil saw the photo, he didn't even give me a chance to explain. He believed Cassandra's fake tears instantly and violently shoved me away. I crashed hard into a heavy glass table, the impact sending agonizing spasms through my stomach that dropped me to the floor in a cold sweat. While I writhed in excruciating pain, he stood there shielding the very woman who was destroying my life. "Stop playing the victim," he roared, looking at me with pure disgust. "You are my wife in name, and you will not make a fool of me!" My heart completely shattered as I lay on the cold hardwood floor. I had never been unfaithful, yet he treated me like property, blindly protecting a snake who wore sheer tops to seduce him at midnight. Why was I enduring this suffocating farce of a marriage just to be trampled on? But when Cassandra pushed her luck and hired a sleazy playboy to assault me in the dark garden, her perfect mask finally shattered. As Kahlil rushed in to save me, a terrified Cassandra forgot her own lie and stood up from her wheelchair on two perfectly healthy legs. Looking at their shocked faces, I realized it was finally time to crush the snake and walk away for good.”