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The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 838    |    Released on: Today at 11:25

n't stop in the foyer. He pulled her into the center

stiff cushions. A sharp jolt of pain shot up her back, clearing the last remnants of the whi

s chest heaved. His hands were cur

He spat t

ced herself to sit up. She rubbed her throbbing wrist. Her e

I went out for a drink? That I got

A friend who holds you like a lover? Who looks at you with hung

ent made her dizzy, and she swayed, grabbing the edge of the heavy

earing through her throat. "Aydin was jus

pointed a shaking finger inches from her face. "Decent men don't t

rgy until her shoulder blades hit the cold

adrenaline were warring inside her body, making her nau

ling with rage. "Sick with jealousy and paranoia. You

blow. The muscles in his jaw locked

sses on the bar cart. "I care about my dignity! My property!

rty echoed in

ower lash line, tracking quickly down her cheek. She bi

w, stripped of all fight. "That's all I am to

intense, suffocating panic crossed his eyes, but h

. "You brought this on yourself! Run

ac

of flesh hitting flesh st

g in the air, stinging

bloomed across his cheekbone. He stood completely frozen. He slowly t

Her chest heaved. "Don't you e

hful to you. Not with Aydin, not with anyone. The only thing I'm guilty of

mouth, but his throat worked soundlessly. He let out a low, frustra

ice dripping with bitter sarcasm. "To call your lawyer

nd. His shoulders were rigid. "Divorce? You think it's

re black voids. "And you will stay away

vy thud of his footsteps faded down the s

he massive living room.

Her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the hardwood floor, curling into a tight ball. The cold sweat

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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.”