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The Tradwife's Calculated Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 640    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

livestream was a

video of me, the beautiful, weeping homemaker, was

t it was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Every attack she launched, every insult she

let

onth, I launched a line of organic baking mixes and artisanal home goods. They sold out in six hours.

It was "Aspirational Serenity." I was se

te life was a covert operation. I hired a private investigator, an expens

odies were buried. I just needed him to document it. To get the r

appearance. My PI came back with a thick file: invoices from a clinic in Seoul, pre-op and post-op photos of a nose job, a chin implant, and fil

dence and warned against men who drain women financially and emotionally. Privately, she was payi

sive clubs, dropping thousands of Jessi's dollars on bottle servi

I had the PI dig into Chad's past social media. And there it was. A deleted post from the week before Jessi's first attack on me. It

And her fragile, surgically-altered ego couldn't take it. Her cr

eenshot into a folder on a secure, encrypt

at my laptop, a cold smile on my face. He wra

day, my beautiful

hat," I replied,

He just saw his wife, who had turned a vicious attack into a mul

d no

her dig her own grave, deeper and deeper with every h

d when it was tall enough, I would stand on

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“Gentle morning light streamed through my bedroom window, and my phone buzzed. It showcased a viral video of me, packing a perfect lunch for my husband, Mark. It was the innocent start of my seemingly idyllic life. Then, a new notification appeared: a tag from notorious online personality Jessica "Jessi" Vance. Her words were a direct hit: "Amelia Reed: The Tradwife Betraying Her Gender." I remembered the first, painful time this happened: her online mob, doxxing, death threats, and a staged overdose that obliterated my reputation. It cost Mark his job, our home, and culminated in a car crash that should have killed me. Burning rubber and crushing metal were my last memories, but I woke up. My stomach was flat, the baby gone. The date on my phone was exactly one year ago. In that first tragic life, I' d cried, defending myself against overwhelming injustice. This time, no tears came. Only a cold, unwavering resolve. Behind my innocent public facade, a fierce hunger for vengeance burned. I was back, armed with memories of my ruin and their weaknesses. They thought I was just a gentle homemaker, easily crushed. They had no idea they had resurrected a woman who would meticulously orchestrate their complete ruin. My revenge would be a masterpiece.”
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