Chloe Vance's Reckoning

Chapter 6

Word Count: 731 | Released on: 27/06/2025

sitting at the dining table, nursing a cup of coffee. He looked like he hadn't slept. He d

for his company' s image. He usually took Sarah, a public declaration

night," he said, his voice

n't show it. "Why? You

oking at me. "And you are my wife

ny, treacherous spark of hope. Maybe this was a peace

nodded.

st to the flashy dresses Sarah usually wore. When I came downstairs, Ethan was waiting. He wa

tunning diamond necklace. It was beautiful, but it fel

d against my skin, a brief, warm touch that sent an unexpected shiver through me. For a second, our eyes met i

ing this, Ethan?

"My father will be there tonight. He wants to see us

w. The hope I' d felt flicker

We smiled, we mingled, we laughed at all the right times. Ethan kept his hand on the small of

full, in the way he steered me away from a particularly gossipy acquaint

a part of this lie. And yet, I wanted him to keep looking at me. I wanted him to hate me for who I was, not fo

ere a team, navigating the treacherous social

room, a glass of champagne in her hand, her eyes fixed on us. She wore a glitterin

a sweet smile on her face

noring me completely. "I thought

a deliberately intimate gesture. Then her eye

rupy sweet. "It looks just like the one Ethan gave me for my b

reminding me of my place. I was the copy. She was the original.

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“My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, a low, insistent hum, but I didn' t need to look. I knew it was Mark, calling about Ethan. He was on the roof of The Onyx, threatening to fly. And of course, Sarah was there, his childhood sweetheart, the constant shadow to our sham of a marriage. Humiliation was a familiar fire, but tonight, it burned hotter. This public spectacle was designed to hurt me, a transaction gone wrong-my life for my family's legacy. My brilliant, tech mogul husband, the man I' d married because he looked exactly like Leo, the boy I'd loved my entire life, lay there, groaning in pain. He' d risked it all for her. The doctor said it was just a superficial burn, but my obsessive need for a full scan revealed his injuries were minor. That last flicker of desperate, projected love for a dying man, it simply vanished. He hadn't been my dying love, and I had been a fool. I walked out of that hospital, leaving him bewildered. Three days later, I handed him the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT." He thought I was bluffing, that I wanted more money. "I just want to be free," I told him, the finality in my voice unmistakable. But he refused. He told me I was stuck with him, the real him, for as long as he wanted. He thought he could break me, but he had no idea who I was. I would not hide, and I would not cower. I was Chloe Vance, and this was just the beginning of my fight.”