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Chapter 3
Word Count: 372
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Released on: 25/06/2025
A portrait of my father, a respected foreman, hung on the wall. He looked down at
where a woman with a tired fa
aid, my voice steady. "M
rank's girl. Of course. Wha
's legacy benefit," I sai
hen you'd come by. Your fiancé, Mr. Scott, has been in here asking about
now," I said. "I'
ad to hear that. Your father would be proud.
gning my name. The house was a small, two-bedroom bungalow, but it w
h me. I counted out thirty crisp one-hundred
ed the final document, and slid a
nnabel," she said.
. They were the keys to my future. I had just cut th
twenty-five years. I went straight to my new house. It was modest, but it was mine. I w
uplex to wait for him. The
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My Sweetest Escape
“My last breath was a ragged gasp at 48, my heart giving out from sheer exhaustion. The final image burned into my mind: my husband, Matthew, laughing at a lavish birthday party with Stella, his mistress, who had gotten rich from a real estate boom built on my stolen money. Then, I woke up, 23 again, weeks before my wedding to that very man. In my first life, I was a trusting fool, sacrificing everything for a man who drained me dry and used my inheritance to fund his mistress's rise. I realized the cruel irony: his opulent life was built on my hidden sweat, my endless labor, while I toiled for a family that wasn't even truly mine. This time, things would be different. This time, I would protect what was mine and claim the life they stole.”