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Deported Mistress, Destroyed Husband

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 535    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

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k door

s Sab

it that I recognized from a recent runway show, a Birkin bag resting on her lap. H

ping with false sympathy. "I heard

woman my husband had installed in a luxury

her eyes scanning my simpl

ut you. He told me how y

her voice dropping to

e. You're just the wife. I

bled, crying out as if in pain and fal

a perfo

beside us. He leaped out, his face a stor

e you alrigh

me. The crowd of D.C. onlookers, the interns and aides and lobbyists, all stopped to wa

roared, his voice carr

," I said, my own v

her stomach. "She pushed me! She s

He unbuckled the thick leather

rn to respect

oss my back, the leather biting through th

moved. They saw a decorated Colonel disciplining his unh

anded, his voice

dn't

ead back, and forced me to my kn

e until you unders

na, who gave me one last, triumph

, some whispering, some looking away in shame. No one helped. I was the da

n. It burned away the last remnants of the woman I used to

eft was a cold

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Deported Mistress, Destroyed Husband
“I thought I' d solved my marriage crisis the way any woman from a powerful D.C. family would: I used my influence to get my husband' s mistress deported. My husband, Colonel Ethan Scott, even came home, promising repentance and a fresh start. Two days later, the private jet carrying my father, the former Secretary of State, and my brother, a rising star at the Department of Justice, went down over the Atlantic. As I stood grieving, the man I loved, the man I built, answered a call, casually ordering the disposal of my family' s bodies and discussing the tasteless drug he' d just forced on me – a sterilization agent. He had orchestrated it all. My world shattered as the monster I married carried me into our Georgetown home, convinced I was just another grieving wife. He then publicly humiliated me, having his mistress stage a fall and whipping me with his belt in front of a crowd, leaving me kneeling in the street like a dog. I couldn't fathom such pure evil, nor the depths of my own betrayal. But what he didn't know was about my father' s secret safe, and the blank presidential pardon inside. This wasn' t the end of me; it was the start of my war.”
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