Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chapter 6

Word Count: 673 | Released on: 27/05/2026

ave someo

t room. Three years of perfec

n made by a man who reeks

nt of humiliation, coalesced

he herself was unaware

his cheek was sharp and crisp

soft heap of fabric on the floor. She didn't flinch, nor did she try

bas

stared at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. This quiet, submissive woman

nto fists. Just as violence was about to erupt, th

spell. He instinctively reached into

The murderous rage on his face d

ll from Ash

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icked cries c

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send you the d

ord. He just walked out, and behind him, the

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limbs trembling. He didn't care that she had hit him. He didn't care th

s not

ened a social media app. Ashley Burris's profile popped

y lay pale and vulnera

ting up again. I'm so scared. Tha

age. The same old trick.

eep, nauseating revulsion washed over her. She hugged her

trained, but in the form of loud, ugly sob

she was comple

d stiffly back to the bathroom and calm

't brea

esigner clothes. She only packed what was truly hers: a few pairs of jeans, s

ransfer. She calculated the total amount of every single penny Juli

h only what she had when she

t this place she had once called home, yet which felt a

e front door with

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“Chloe almost died in a massive fire that reduced her childhood home to ashes. Lying on a stretcher, choking on smoke, she desperately called her billionaire husband, Julian. He sent her straight to voicemail. Sitting alone in the emergency room, she looked up at the TV and saw the breaking news. Julian was at another hospital, standing vigil for his ex-girlfriend, Ashley. Ashley was just feeling a little cold, so Julian dropped everything to drape his coat-the very coat Chloe had saved up for six months to buy him-over her shoulders. When Chloe finally dragged her burned, exhausted body back to their mansion, Julian returned only to sneer at her angry red burns. "What's this? A new performance to get me to come home?" He pinned her to the bed, reeking of Ashley's perfume, and demanded she fulfill her wifely duties. For three years, Chloe had buried her identity as a talented screenwriter to play his perfect, docile wife. Yet, her near-death experience meant nothing compared to another woman's minor discomfort. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She was nothing but a convenient shield to him. The last shred of her love turned to ash. She slapped him hard across the face, packed a single suitcase, and transferred every dime he had ever given her back to his account-adding exactly one cent for interest. Then, she dusted off her old laptop to accept a massive Hollywood movie deal, and sent a courier to publicly serve Julian divorce papers right in the middle of his elite Manhattan club.”