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His Cruel Betrayal, My Dying Wish

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1152    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

ic taste filled my mouth. I coughed, and a spray of red splat

then back at me. There was no a

Ava? You' d go this far j

g blood was part of an act to get his atten

ousehold bodyguards, the same ones who had dragged me from the gala,

vices. They started to drag me from the kitche

r. As they pulled me past him, he threw the water i

voice dripping with contempt. "You're becomi

d water-it was all too much. Black spots danced in my vision.

ging to his arm, but her tears had miraculously dried. She looked at me, her eyes filled w

ises, the signs of my illness. She was pretending to be kind

her. Then it grew dark again as he considered her words. He thought s

his voice low

m and sank to her knees on the floor in front of hi

re to go. It' s my fault. I shouldn't have worn the necklace. I

theater. And Liam was its mo

The pain in my abdomen was a roaring fire now, consuming what li

as a hoarse whisper, but in the sudden silence

Chloe, the guards. T

e. "My shares. My holdings. Everything. It's you

, sacrificed my health, my youth, to build our firm from a two-person startup into a multi-million dollar corpo

me back my health. It couldn't even buy me a sh

lling Chloe' s dying wish. It was about the money. My money. Chloe was his

hocked. Then, greed, pure and undisguised, flickered acro

side. He tried to pry the guards' hands off me

calculating the net worth of my shares, even as

, my voice flat. "The asset tra

ded to one of the guar

he floor. A smug, triumphant glint sho

to me. My hands were shaking too badly to hold the pen stea

t and stamped it firmly on the document. A bloody fingerp

entire demeanor changed. He gently took the folder from the guard,

my shoulders, a gest

oncern. "I' m sorry, Ava. I' ve been under so much stress with Chl

he narrative, painting him

. "We will get through this. Once Chloe is... at peace... we will

ise. Another lie t

t room. As she led me away, I heard him say, "Make sure she's com

after a tantrum. But it was over now. He had e

ray. The housekeeper's face swam before my eyes. Her

ft sheets of the guest bed as I collapsed

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“My husband, Liam, locked me out of our bedroom for the third night, a faint murmur of voices audible from inside-his low and soothing, hers soft and appreciative. Chloe, eight months pregnant with his child, was in my bed. But I had just finished massaging Chloe' s swollen feet, even making her warm milk. This was the same husband who had built our ten-year marriage on the unwavering foundation that we would be child-free. And when the baby cried from the nursery down the hall, it wasn' t Chloe who rose, but me, spending the entire night caring for their child. The next morning, I learned Chloe had a "dying wish": to be Liam's wife. He presented me with divorce papers, asking me to sign. He believed I had finally understood what it meant to be a selfless wife. He thought he had broken me, that this was his ultimate victory. He was wrong. I wasn' t broken; I was dying. Stage-four stomach cancer, inoperable, aggressive. Three days to live. As I nursed his child, listening to him make love to Chloe in our bed, the pain in my stomach sharpened. The irony tasted metallic. The next morning, Liam handed me black coffee-the kind Chloe liked, the kind that upset my stomach-and again, the divorce papers. When Chloe later appeared, wrapped in my silk robe and wearing the "Star of the Ocean" necklace I had coveted, she taunted me with Liam's dismissal of my desire for it. Overwhelmed, I collapsed, but when Liam appeared, he slapped me, then had his bodyguards drag me away. He called me a jealous, bitter monster. Why would he, the man I loved, turn so cruel? How could he believe such lies? Why did the universe allow me no peace, even in my final moments? I refused to be his broken toy. With the last of my strength, I offered him my entire company, signed over with a bloody thumbprint. Then, in an act of final defiance, I cut down the magnolia tree-the symbol of our love-and burned all my memories. My death was not just an ending, but a deliberate unmaking of his world, a final, painful act of rebellion.”
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