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Wife's Escape: A Tragic Love

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1086    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

e buzz of collaboration and late-night coding sessions, was gone. All that remained were empty d

her team had been working on before Victor' s axe fell. It was a small, elegant device, a haptic feedback generator for virtual reality, designed

an her fingers over the smooth casing, remembering the excitement of the first successful test, th

t this just h

leaning against the frame as if she owned the place. Her re

ng here?" Ava ask

said, sauntering into the room. Her heels clicked loudly on the

oking down at the prototype in

? This is what you were building

Ava said, her hand instincti

g one. They' re working on haptic feedback too. Of course, their tech is lightyears ahead of... this." She gestured d

of rage, hot and powerful, a feeling she hadn' t experienced

said, her voice

eaming with malice. "You are nothing, Ava. A placeholder. A pawn in a game you don'

k to prevent, Celeste snatched

" Ava gasped,

ing it. "It' s so small.

the far wall. The plastic casing cracked, and

d she launched herself at Celeste. She didn't think; she just reacted.

er heel catching on a stray cable. She went down with a surprised shri

, staring down at Celeste, who lay groaning on the

eces. "No, no, no," she whispered, trying to fit the cra

red, pushing herself up on her elbows. "Y

he pieces. Please, just let me keep the pieces." Her voice broke on a sob. This wasn' t just a prototype

she sent it flying. Then she staggered over to the broken pieces of the prototype and brought her sharp h

ce contorted with rage and

, his face a thunderous mask. He took in the scene in an instant: Celes

mbling toward him. "She attacked me! L

didn' t even glance at the ruined device. He saw

did you do?"

dust. The last ember of hope in her had been extingui

she said, her voice eerily c

air and forcing her head back. His face was

over. You don' t get to decide anything. You attacke

rd, he stomped on it himself, grinding the last recognizabl

st thread holding her together. She didn' t scream. She didn' t cry. She jus

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“My husband, Victor, always told me I was pathetic. For four years, I endured his cruelty, his public humiliations, watching him systematically dismantle my life piece by piece, all to punish me for my father' s supposed sins against his family. He forced me to marry him, then destroyed my company, Nexus, the last shred of my identity. The final blow came when he made me sign the dissolution papers, then kicked my company' s award across the floor, calling it junk-a toy. My heart shattered as Celeste, his glamorous business rival and lover, sauntered in, mocking my pain, "Don't be so dramatic, Ava. It was just a startup. They fail all the time." Victor's cold gaze, fixed on Celeste, twisted the knife deeper. He had promised my mother' s experimental treatments and my father' s freedom from prison were dependent on my compliance. I was nothing but a broken wife, a decorative accessory at galas, my efforts sabotaged by smeared articles. Every escape attempt ended in recapture, a new punishment. I was trapped in a suffocating web of his influence, with nothing left to fight for. But then, Celeste, with a cruel smirk, snatched my last remaining prototype-the culmination of my team's dreams for helping others-and threw it against the wall, shattering it. And just when I thought the pain couldn't get worse, Victor walked in, saw the wreckage, and stomped on the last glittering dust of my creation himself. "What the hell did you do?" he roared at me, not even glancing at the broken tech. He dragged me up by my hair, his face a terrifying mask. "It' s over," I managed, my voice eerily calm, tears streaming down my face. "I want a divorce, Victor. Let me go." "It's over when I say it's over," he snarled. "You don't get to decide anything." My body went limp. I was done fighting. Then, a strange calm washed over me. If I couldn't escape in this life, I would find freedom in another. There was only one way to truly be "done." I would go to the roof.”
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