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Love After the Storm

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 971    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

ord. My arm was in a cast, my ribs were taped, and the bruises on my face had faded to a sickly yellow-green. I had nowhere to go. My

o the house to get my wallet, my

or me on the porch, looking like t

," he said with a lazy smile.

d, trying to keep my voice steady. "T

loe is very upset. You caused a scene at the hospital. You

the door shut. The air in the house was thick with menace. Chloe was sitting on the

rcling me like a predator. "You owe us. You owe Chloe for years of emotiona

anything," I sa

vanished. "W

taped ribs. The pain was explosive, stealing all

spat. "You can't even

to the middle of the room, forcing me to my knees. "You'r

" I wheezed, tasting bile

jolt of agony through my body. "Say it. Say 'I

nails, a flicker of interest in h

n of the woman I once loved. There was

defiance harde

queezed. A white-hot, sickening pain shot from my wris

in my ear. "Or I'll

mble. The combination of the tumor, the

e words feeling like poison on my tongu

rk let me go, and I slumped to t

hard," he said, his v

w me on the floor and a look of pure contempt cross

ation, poured the water over my head. It dripped

ect echo of his mother's. "You make mom

is small shoe making a d

ghtly. "Good boy, Liam. He

n I vaguely recognized as one of our neighbors, Tom, had just let himself

n was just admitting to being a deadbeat d

a flicker of pity in his eyes, but it was quickly replac

trouble you've caused, Ethan," Tom said

you need a more permanent rem

ng uncomfortable. "M

manded, his voice

't as hard as Mark's blows, but the betrayal behind it hurt just as much. He was

rted to gray out. I was a punching bag in my own home,

ed to fade, the last thin

wakes up, we'll see if he's

ace where the pain couldn't reach m

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“My world collapsed with a single word: Glioblastoma. But before I could even process my own death sentence, I walked in on another: my estranged wife, Chloe, beaming on TV, pregnant with another man' s child. My five-year-old son, Liam, then threw my phone at the wall and declared my rival, Mark, his "Uncle," even proudly showing me a drawing where he' d taken Mark' s last name. I demanded a divorce, only for Chloe to sneer that we were never legally married, just a "convenience," before Liam physically shoved me out of the house I' d built. Standing on the porch, my medical diagnosis now felt secondary. Then, a spider, seemingly dropped by Liam, bit me, paralyzing me with venom. As I struggled to start my car, a black SUV roared to life, slammed into me, and I was left for dead in the mangled wreckage while Chloe and Mark watched, calling off emergency services and mocking my dying pleas. Why were they doing this? Why did my own son hate me so much? Rescued by an unexpected police officer and paramedic, I somehow survived. But this wasn' t just about survival anymore. This was about exposing the monstrous lies and betrayals that had stolen my life and tried to bury me.”
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