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The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 824    |    Released on: Today at 11:25

way of Red Leaf Manor. The tires crunched softly against the

ool night air. He walked around the hood and pulled open the passenger door. Th

He reached across her and pressed th

practically falling out of the seat. Aydin caught her instantly. He wrapped hi

-closed, her breathing shallow. Aydin looked down at

touching

ugh the quiet night l

jerked against him. She for

dim porch light hit his face. His jaw was locked so tight the mus

fered a calm, flat smile. "Mr. Montgomery. Your wife had

heavy. His eyes never left Aydin's hand resting on Bianca

d up and violently yanked at his tie, loosening it. "You call

s veins. The alcohol fog cleared just enough for panic to set in. She tried

d toward her. "Shut

nca flinched, her teeth biting down hard

er twisted his lips. "Aydin Lee. The club owner. So, this is ho

hardened into ice. "I'd watch your ton

entirely into Aydin's personal space. "I don't need favor

burned her skin like acid. Her hands shook. She want

l dead in the eye. "You're drunk on jealo

's vision went red. He lunged forward. He slapped Aydin'

e crashed hard into Kahlil's solid chest. The impact knocked the wind out of her. S

fingers dug painfully into her ribs. He didn't care. He glare

back at Kahlil, his expression filled with absolute disgu

e door. The engine roared, and the Maybach spe

ound, dragging Bianca toward the massive front

keeping up with his furious strides. "Kahlil

spun around. He grabbed her upper arms, his fingers biting

Made you smile while you were s

nst her ribs. The raw, desperate possessiveness in his

ut. The cold night air whipped around the

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The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening
The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening
“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.”