The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

Chapter 3

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sium Club, traveling straight up Bianca's legs and settling in her che

ked up her glass and swallowed the amber liquid in one gulp. The alcohol burne

another glass. She wanted the numbness to spread. She wanted t

ocking the harsh purple lights. Aydin

ed across the table and smoothly pulled the whiskey bottle aw

ce was a low, magnetic rumble th

s slightly blurred, but her tone wa

ions. "Just making sure my favorite customer doesn't dr

, placing a tall glass of ice water and a pla

din didn't push. He just sat there, taking a slow sip of h

's throat. "Why do men always believe the worst?" Her words slurre

ew exactly who she meant. "Whi

s laugh. "Charming? Ha. He thinks

burned with hot, unshed tears. "He'd rat

out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair

nd fools don't deserve you."

iskey. Aydin's fingertips grazed her skin. A wave of dizziness h

the glass table, trying to stand. Her knees buc

r arm, his hold firm and steady. "You're in no state

r muscles felt like liquid. Her head t

lder crashing into his chest. He wrapped an arm se

and cheap perfume made Bianca nauseous. She rested her he

curb. He opened the passenger door and carefully guided her into the seat. He re

de. The engine purred to life. Bianca sank into the sof

He merged the car into the sparse midnigh

erent. Aydin reached out and t

te violently. The screen lit up the dark interio

his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road, unawar

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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.”