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Fifteen Years: His Turn To Play

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 587    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

the police found the two empty whiskey bottles Ryan had planted. Now, it was clean. Just a few pens, a leath

go, hidden in a bookshelf, planning to capture my late nights at work for a surprise anniversary video for Jenny. The irony was th

, a former NYPD detective named Mike.

, time-sensitive job for you. I need it do

Andrew. What'

definitively if they are her biological parents. Also, run a background check on a Ryan Clark, same neighborhood in Queens. I wan

t was only after my conviction, piecing things together in my cell, that I realized it must have been how they got the alcohol into my syste

need to know if it contains alcohol. Specific

Andrew. You'll have

ng at the city, waiting. The hour I'd given my assistant passed. Then another twenty minutes. My phone finally rang. It

e with just the right amount of strained professionalism.

he phone. "Jenny fell! She's pregnant! They're airlifting her to

st walk out." I kept my tone level, a perfe

? Your wife c

he hospital. But I would go on my own time. Every minute I delayed was a minute the

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Fifteen Years: His Turn To Play
“The sleek leather of my 50th-floor office chair felt real, the hum of the AC familiar. I was Andrew Scott, Wall Street rising star, not ex-con '734'. Then, the intercom buzzed. My assistant, voice tight with panic: "Mr. Scott, it's Ryan Clark...about Jenny...an accident." A physical blow. The exact same words. Fifteen years in a concrete box, the taste of stale bread, followed by the blinding Hamptons sun, Jenny-my dead wife-laughing with Ryan, their son looking exactly like him. The final memory: a dark New Jersey alley, the smell of garbage and my own blood. It wasn't a nightmare; it was my life, and it ended. But I wasn't dead. My heart pounded, not with fear for the woman I loved and our unborn child as it had before, but with a cold, hard rage. They had played their game, and I had lost everything. Now, it was my turn. And this time, I knew all their moves.”
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