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The Wife Who Rose From Ruin

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 675    |    Released on: 07/06/2025

edical advice. I couldn't sta

lothes strewn, takeout cont

droom, rubbing his eyes.

. How was the...

swer, he waved a

Her family's bankrupt, creditors are after her. Poor ki

ed from behind

d band t-shirts. It hung off her

ccharine smile plastered on he

the matching pair to mine,

a look

uh, didn't have any pajamas. I

Ethan and I, we go way back. We practically grew up together. We even

and was laced with undeniab

t him. Married life has made him so seriou

ing around. Your si

asy intimacy, a wave o

the bathro

the small trash

even used co

, carelessl

nched. My vi

g sickness still bad, huh? Let me get you s

ok on his face. "Oh, uh, we're out o

d with the nausea, especially the organi

n the doorway, mun

them all to me. You know us performers, we get these weir

an. "E, you're terrible! You know S

oice dripping with false symp

lame me. It's all my fau

ed my ha

s just a few blueberries. You live in my house, eat my food, sp

body ached from the D&C

second thought. Now, because I pulled my hand

ng in my face because his

t. Just apologize to Tiffany, a

ate my blueberries!" My voice trembled w

ould know better. Tiffany... she's sen

ia. A childhood trauma, locke

owards the small, windowless ho

eady to apologize. When you decide

Ethan, maybe locking her i

Pregnant women ge

ked shut. The

kne

le

any's giggle, followed by Ethan's low mu

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The Wife Who Rose From Ruin
The Wife Who Rose From Ruin
“I was living the dream, pregnant with our first child. My husband, Ethan, a successful music executive, was my world. Our apartment was a nest of shared hopes, ready for our baby's first check-up. Then, just before the appointment, Ethan blew me off for his "childhood friend," a faded pop star, calling her 'emergency' paramount. Hours later, alone on a grimy city street after a fall, I miscarried. My desperate calls to him went unanswered. I woke up in a hospital bed, our baby gone. A notification confirmed my nightmare: Tiffany, glowing, intimately posed with Ethan, who'd dropped $500k on her song-a song built on my stolen melody. Their affair openly continued. Ethan demeaned me, locked me in dark rooms, even shoving me towards a snarling dog to protect her. He remained oblivious to the miscarriage, dismissing my every hurt as "hormonal drama" or "jealousy." How could the man who swore a lifetime of love destroy me so utterly, protecting his "muse" over his wife, over our lost child? My very being screamed for answers. When he demanded I promote Tiffany's stolen work, something snapped. I left the hospital, delivered the miscarriage report, and vanished. Tiffany won that round, but she ignited a fire. Nashville awaited, and with it, a plan. She had no idea the fury she'd unleashed, or the true power of a lullaby.”
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