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Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 720    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

rt from a body that no longer felt like my own. They took a thin layer of skin, a procedure they assured me w

er, Chloe

at the foot of my bed. "The burn is de

d her from the hal

His body needs to heal. We can' t take another graft s

sisted, not even looking at me. She was talk

id, his authority clear. He gave m

e, it wasn' t me. I didn' t start the fir

dismissively, as if swat

e dripping with contempt. "You' re just trying to escape respons

ingle word from Liam, on the other s

him if he needed anything, if he was in pain. The swiftness of her departure left a void in the roo

nurses were busy, the hallway was quiet. She walked right up to m

t, hard. It crashed to the floor. Then she started on me. She slapped me, her rings cut

even raise my hands to defend mys

ast of my spirit. She drew back her foo

lute, so blinding, that I couldn' t even scream. A strangled gasp was al

, his face grim. Chloe was standing

led, the pain a deep, thr

oe. "We had to do an emergency procedure. There was significant trauma, Ethan. I' m

ey settled in my mind, cold and heavy like stones. No children. A

I don' t know what. A flicke

mall, indifferent move

al, as if discussing the weather. "Kids would just c

y solved. The pain from the injury was nothing compared to the chilling emptiness that her words opened u

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Love's Ashes, Vengeance's Spark
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“My life as a celebrated chef was perfectly seasoned: a Michelin-starred restaurant, a demanding but respected father, and a beautiful fiancée, Chloe, who promised an empire. Then, one catastrophic night, I found Chloe, my love, in a passionate embrace with Liam, my supposed business partner, amidst the dry storage of my father' s restaurant. Rage, blinding and raw, consumed me. A fight erupted, sacks of flour burst, and cooking oil slicked the floor, transforming our kitchen into a powder keg. My ailing father, drawn by the chaos, collapsed, his eyes filled with disappointment, not at the scene, but at me. Chloe seized the moment, twisting the narrative: "He' s lost it, Dad! He' s going to destroy everything!" Liam, at Chloe's silent command, ignited a kitchen torch and tossed it into the spilled oil and flour. The world exploded in flames as Chloe dragged Liam away, screaming, "Ethan did this! He tried to kill us all!" I was left trapped in a roaring inferno with my dying father, his last breath a whisper against my hand. At the hospital, framed as the jealous arsonist, I learned my father died of a heart attack, not the fire. Chloe, pristine and emotionless, pressured me to donate skin grafts to Liam, the man who set the fire, repeatedly. I overheard her cold calculations: my "tragedy" was a marketing opportunity, and my subsequent injuries meant "no messy heirs to complicate the inheritance." They wanted everything, including my very essence, leaving me an empty shell. Liam, with a cruel smirk, taunted me, "Chloe' s with a real man now. Someone who can give her what she wants." I finally saw it all: a calculated, systematic destruction, orchestrated by the woman I loved. The pain, once crippling, ignited a new purpose; this was not the end, but the beginning of a war.”
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