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Deported Mistress, Destroyed Husband

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 609    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

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like a tomb. I walked through the silent rooms, past the

n policy and brokered peace. Behind a false panel in the bookshelf was a small,

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have imag

ment. It was heavy, official stationery, embossed w

iliar, bold signature.

by grant a full and unconditional

name was blank. T

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weighed down by his office

sorry to hear about your father.

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the door. "Mr. President

est covered in medals. He looked at me, then at

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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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