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Erased, Not Forgotten

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 508    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

ould only watch it break over others. He stormed out of the Oval Office after the call, leaving a

, a silent, helpless observer. I saw the portraits on the walls, portraits of past First Ladi

oned, a bill that provided aid to political refugees. It was one of my proudest achievements. A few junior staffer

alked into the room, h

this?"

woman, spoke up bravely. "Mr. President, we

want every mention of her name, every picture, removed fro

out, leaving the staff

ike my legacy. Just like my life. The final, absolute rejection. It didn't hurt

e. He wanted to pret

rk, the only light coming from the city outside his window. For the first time since I died, I felt a mo

nted growth," one anchor said. "He is the strongest leader this country has seen in a generation," said another.

ors requested a meeting. They were old friends

Oval Office, t

lara. We believe it is time for her to come home. Her contributi

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“I died in Montana, exiled to a sanatorium by my husband, the President, who called me "unstable" because a broken heart dared to challenge his polished image. One moment I was staring at a cracked ceiling, the next I was a ghost, bound to my husband, Julian, watching him sign documents in the Oval Office, oblivious to my spectral presence. He had no idea I was dead, no idea I was trapped, a silent witness to his new life with Savannah Reed, his predatory mistress, who now occupied my White House, my roles, and even my family's legacy. My very existence was being systematically erased – my name scorned, my achievements dismissed, and soon, even my beloved son Leo's resting place was threatened by their callous ambition. How could the man I built, the man I loved, betray me so completely, framing me for a scandal I never committed, mocking my grief, and now plotting to defile our son's memory? But even in death, a truth demands to be heard, and soon, the empire Julian built on lies began to crumble, promising a reckoning that would either free my soul or drag him into the abyss he created.”
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