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The Vanderbilt Vendetta

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 567    |    Released on: 16/06/2025

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The Vanderbilt Vendetta
The Vanderbilt Vendetta
“For nine years, my life as Mrs. Ethan Vanderbilt was a gilded cage, perfect on the outside. Inside, it was a daily torment of his cheating, gaslighting, and relentless cruelty. Then came the divorce papers-not just another empty threat, but grotesque terms that demanded I serve his pregnant mistress, Brittany. He even snatched my mother's heirloom ring to give to her. Brittany, emboldened, then deliberately ran me over with a car, causing a devastating miscarriage. Ethan's response? A shrug. Later, he forced me to undergo surgery to provide skin for her minor scratches. My body and spirit were being systematically broken. The pain, the dehumanization, the monstrous audacity of it all was suffocating. How could anyone be so calculatingly cruel? He had taken everything-my music, my unborn child, my mother's last token, even my flesh. But he didn't know I had secretly reconnected with his older brother, James, my quiet protector from years past. He didn't know about the hidden prenuptial clause, nor the bakery shares I'd rediscovered-my leverage. And he definitely didn't know James's flight was booked, with a promise: "City Hall, 4 PM. Be ready." This wasn't the end of me; it was the beginning of his downfall.”
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