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The Prenup's Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 365    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

the new label, the one she' d created for me. I was using her laptop to look up some old

-protected. I tried the usual things: her birthday, our annive

s gra

ideo files, each a timestamped recording. I clicke

he video was raw, explicit, and utterly devastating. But it

ing as she adjusted the camera. "Ethan's too trust

e. "And what about this baby? Yo

e prenup gets complicated. I'll get you that house in the Hills, I'll fund your

video, and another. It was a timeline of their affair, spanning months.

adored, was a stranger. A cold, calcu

way to keep me busy and distracted while she built

m. The silence of our Nashville mansion was deafening. Every photo on the

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“I was America' s Grammy-winning country star, married to the nation' s pop sweetheart, Nicole. Our life was a picture of musical royalty, until a trashy music blog screamed about my wife' s new video. "Nicole Anderson and Jayden Hughes: More Than Just Acting?" She came to me sobbing, confessing a "one-time mistake" with the bad-boy rapper. She poured millions into a new record label, publicly funding my next album as a grand gesture of devotion. I believed her, held her, and told myself she was my perfect muse. Then, one quiet Tuesday, using her laptop, I found a password-protected folder labeled "PROJECT N&J." On a whim, I typed "Jayden." Access granted. Two hundred explicit videos revealed a timeline spanning months. Her voice, clear and triumphant in the most recent one, shattered my world: "Ethan' s too trusting... he thinks I' m his perfect little country muse." Jayden' s smug reply: "And what about this baby? You sure it' s gonna pass for his?" The air left my lungs. My wife, the woman the world adored, was a calculated monster carrying another man' s child, planning to use my name and money to escape a prenup. Every award, every photo in our mansion, felt like a prop in her elaborate con. The betrayal was a physical ache, a cold, hard certainty. How could I have been such a fool? But as disgust rose in my throat, a new feeling emerged: not despair, but a quiet, chilling clarity. I found my prenup, snapped a picture of the infidelity clause, and sent it to my lawyer. It was time for the truth to be the truth.”
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