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Her Pregnancy, My Exodus

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 580    |    Released on: 05/06/2025

resonance. Ten days. The countdown begins now." The system's voice w

felt like a tomb. I wiped my eyes and started to p

world, held nothi

nd a few nicer pieces I'd bought for performances. They all reeked

hem down, one by one. Our wedding photo, taken on a shoestring budget in a small New Orleans cou

lt more precious than any diamond. I hadn't worn it in over a year, not since I saw Kendra sporting a

ng, then threw it into the

I'd handled the contracts, the bank accounts. The band's assets, our small recording studio, even the publishing rights to our early s

nto before the fame, before Kendra. I almost threw them away. But I couldn't. I tucked

me in the kitchen, drinking

asked, his voice rough with sleep a

coffee. "R

rrowed. "You're acting weird

e I'm just tired

a flicker of something in his eyes – concern? Or just annoya

r," I said,

He knew me too well. O

as station carnations, Kendra's favorite color. He tried to initiate a conve

collar that wasn't my shade, at the way his hand, reachi

voice devoid of a

as if I'd

rced politeness and simmering tension. I was a

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Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
Her Pregnancy, My Exodus
“I was Chloe, a frontwoman of "Nightingale & Guitarist," a life I'd painstakingly built with Liam, the struggling musician I'd saved. For five years, I was his muse, his partner, his wife, having chosen him over my original, shattered reality. Then, Liam began his affair with Kendra, our ambitious tour assistant. For three unbearable years, I lived a grotesque parody of a marriage, enduring his blatant betrayals, his gaslighting, and Kendra's open triumph, as if I had somehow deserved this calculated heartbreak. The final, crushing blow came on my birthday, backstage, when Kendra callously announced her pregnancy, a child she claimed was Liam's, right after he'd publicly blamed me for her distress. How could I have given up everything, every piece of my true self, Elara the cellist, only to be reduced to this, a discarded note in their discordant symphony? Why did I allow myself to be consumed by such a bitter, endless performance? But a lifeline appeared: The mysterious Dreamweaver system, which had first sent me to Liam, offered a way to finally go back. To my real life. To myself. For ten days, I methodically dismantled every trace of "Chloe," liquidating all the assets, severing every tie, until my final, quiet disappearance at midnight, as gracefully as a fading echo. Yet, even in my true world, peace was fleeting; Dreamweaver demanded I return, one last time, to quell Liam's destructive grief, which threatened to unravel the very fabric of his reality. I had to finish what I started, to play the final, unburdened note.”
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