Shattered Vows: The Ex-Wife's Lethal Revenge

her forehead. Her chest he heave as she dragged air into her lungs, t

but the nightmare of d

year-old Leo lay there, a clear oxygen mask strapped over his pale, smal

open. The attending physician walked in. His face was g

said, keeping his voice low. "The conventional tre

pted in Chloe's ea

ique and highly complex genotype, the public bone marrow registries are a complete dea

l of the hospital bed, her knuckles turning whit

sympathetic nod and q

weak, trembling hand and brushed his cold fingers against C

," Leo whispered

l of her endurance. Her throat burned. She clamped her te

rile bathroom attached to the ward. She gripped

onstruction surgeries after the crash had altered her bone structure just enou

ed freezing water onto her face. The

rlisle. She needed his genes to create a sibling f

the room. She hit the c

e hurr

transfer for my son immediately," Chloe stat

ical transport to New York is incredibly e

ded credit card and handed it to the nurse. The nurse's eyes wid

She unzipped it and dug past the casual clothes. At the very bottom lay a pair

severe bun. The extensive surgeries had given her a new face-one that was undeniably beautiful, yet entirely unfamiliar to her. This disguise was not about becoming som

atching her transforma

d. "We are playing a spy game, baby," sh

back exit of the hospital. Chloe carefully lifted Leo onto the stret

ornia sun glared through the windows, stinging Chloe's eyes. She reached up a

he name printed on it was Zoe Sinclair. The attendant scanned

l body shook. Chloe's hands trembled as she dug into her bag, pulling out

tepped forward, her

ite but entirely closed off. She shifted her shoulders,

d Chloe back into her seat. The sensation mimicked the terrifying freefall of her car going

k effect. Leo fell

opened a secure browser and pulled up th

digital portrait of the

d her thumb against the screen, right over his fa

ared, listed as the corporate charity ambassador. A surg

nglomerate like Beaumont Group, a simple injection was never enough. She spent the next three hours meticulously altering the digital interview logs, forging glowing evaluation emails from the initia

. The jagged skyline of Manhattan began to pierc

The cabin doors opened. The biting, cold wind of New York hit

terminal. Her movements were sharp and e

ed down the win

voice to a raspy register. She gave him the addre

window. In the distance, the towering glass spire of the Beaumont build