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The Prenup's Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 377    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

test the waters. I sat across from her at the di

my voice carefully neutral. "It's a good thing you

icker of deceit, her eyes we

Ethan. It makes me sick to

d. "I swear on my life, on our life together

ooth, so perfect.

when her phone, left on the charger

was insane. Worth the

a delivery from a 24-hour pharmacy. A bag fille

aw the bag, and gave me a

bel. She heard me sniffling on a

stairs. A little while later, I heard her in the bedroom, her

phone. "Texting me? What if he'd seen it? You have

imagine him on the other

. Once our baby is born, Ethan will be so wrapped up in being a dad, he won't

. She was carrying another man's child and planning to pass

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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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