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The Unwanted Wife's True Home

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 734    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

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The Unwanted Wife's True Home
The Unwanted Wife's True Home
“My life as Mrs. Harrison of Boston's elite was a gilded cage, beautiful from the outside, suffocating within. But that cage shattered in a third-grade classroom. My 9-year-old son, Ethan, declared in front of everyone, "She's not my real mom. Grandma Eleanor said Dad took her in, like charity." His words were a knife, twisted by my husband's ex-girlfriend, Izzy, who had subtly infiltrated our home. She turned Ethan against me, destroyed my last sentimental possession, and systematically framed me for instability. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, even threatened to have me committed. The cruel climax arrived at a charity gala. There, Izzy orchestrated a theatrical "fall," and Ethan, coached by her, gleefully accused me of violence. The humiliation was total, public, and exquisitely painful. How could my own family conspire to destroy me like this? Was I truly meant to be erased, just a ghost haunting a life never mine? But as the crowd stared, a cold resolve settled within me. I was pregnant with another man's child, my one true secret, my hope. That night, I walked out of the mansion. I left behind signed divorce papers relinquishing everything, including custody of my son. This wasn't surrender; it was survival. My desperate escape was just the beginning of a truth that would bring their gilded world crashing down. And my new life, finally on my terms, was waiting.”
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