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The Tradwife's Calculated Comeback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 671    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

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It was her weak point. Her A

A man whose entire identity was built on buzzwords: Web3, decentralization, paradigm shif

er "fierce independence" right before asking for a fifty-thousand-dollar wire transfer for a "game-changing NFT project." She

it all. Chad was a parasi

to introduce hi

t him and Jessi, not yet. That would come l

ad Peterson, boyfriend of feminist icon Jessi Vance, was a regular at an exclusive, underground poker game in

ait w

the dynamic between him and Jessi. I needed to sha

ed perfect timi

est Hollywood, "The Onyx Lounge." It was the kind of place that screamed new money and d

had tw

f texts. They would start sweet, then turn dismissive, then cruel. He would mention he was with "friends" at The Onyx Lounge and tell her

nd his equally famous "devoted family man" image. My PI's research showed he had a weakness

ckbuster, but the meeting had to be that night. At The Onyx Lounge. I told him to look for my "associate," a blonde

hem. They were already there, circling like vultures. But

public, very messy breakup at The Ony

le hand. I sat in my quiet, perfect home, miles away from the chaos I was about t

e, swaggering in

tor arrive, looking

ut, her face a mask of rage. She was walking direc

hamomile tea. The sh

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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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