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My Sweet, Silent Revenge

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 501    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

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My Sweet, Silent Revenge
My Sweet, Silent Revenge
“My marriage was crumbling, not because of a cheating husband, but because of his mother – my mother-in-law, Brenda. She was a compulsive thief, but her family called it eccentric. Until the day she framed me for grand larceny, planting stolen heirlooms and stacks of cash in my purse right before a family gathering. No one believed me. Not Mike, my husband, who stood idly by as his "misunderstood" mother wove elaborate lies on the stand. I was convicted and sentenced to years in prison. By the time I got out, Mike had divorced me, my life was in ruins, and I found a desperate escape that ultimately led to my death. I died angry, heartbroken, and utterly betrayed by the very people who should have protected me. They built their lives on the ashes of mine, while I suffered for a crime I didn't commit, a victim of their blindness and her malicious deceit. But then, I woke up. My eyes snapped open, and the digital clock read 9:03 AM – three years before the addiction, before the prison, before my death. It wasn't a dream. It was an impossible second chance. This time, I wouldn't be the victim. I would be the orchestrator. My sweet, silent revenge would begin, and they wouldn't even see it coming.”
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