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No More Chains: The Wife's Escape

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 733    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

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d the divorce papers.

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tering over, the blonde trailing h

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a cruel amusem

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led champagne, a disgust

ched thin by grief and years of ab

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his feet, sh

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t makeup ruined, a trickle of b

shrieked at Julian. "L

me, his face a

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at the machine.

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in Stan's ro

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No More Chains: The Wife's Escape
No More Chains: The Wife's Escape
“My tenth wedding anniversary gala at our lavish Napa Valley estate should have been a dream, but for ten years I'd lived a gilded nightmare crafted by Julian Thorne. Tonight, my tech mogul husband took his public humiliation ritual to new depths, introducing his barely-out-of-her-teens mistress on stage, then demanding I strip my designer gown and a priceless family heirloom necklace to give to her as a "welcome gift." When I finally uttered "divorce," he scoffed, offering a multi-million-dollar "severance package" but coldly emphasized that my ailing father's costly medical care depended entirely on his whims, turning my raw pain into a grotesque public spectacle for the guests to bet on. That very night, fueled by rage, Julian trapped me in the wine cellar, convinced I'd never truly walk away, as my mother lay dying from a car accident I couldn't reach her from, leaving me to beat bloody fists against the locked door. Reaching the hospital too late, and later enduring a final, devastating blow as Julian's mistress orchestrated my father's quiet death with his chilling disregard, left me utterly shattered, yet terrifyingly, undeniably, free from his last cruel hold. With every lifeline severed, and nothing left for Julian to control or threaten, the broken woman he thought he owned finally died, and a new, formidable force awoke, ready to unleash a vengeance he never saw coming, starting now.”
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