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A Wife's Rage, A Husband's Fall

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 630    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

st in my own life, a placeholder

sband, Mark, and their two small children, Josh and Emma. My parents, their faces

aid. "She wanted you to care for the

of the devoted wife. But it was all a lie. Mark and I had a platonic arrangement, sharing a roof but not a bed, not a life. He r

o him. He was drunk, a rare occurrence for a man so controlled. That night, the careful boundaries we had built over five years cru

, I was

g. I expected anger, or at least confu

even looking up from his n

tburst would have been. It planted a seed of dread

of consciousness, the beeping of machines and the urgent voices of doctors a muffled, distant sound. In a moment of terrible clarity,

s are severe?" he

d. We may have to

rds that would h

his tone flat, as if discussing a failed bu

t was a betrayal so profound it stole the

he in my belly and a heavier one in my heart. The room was sterile whit

ing out at the city lights. He turned when he h

over and took my hand. His touch felt like ice

father of my child. I was seeing a monster. I remembered his words in the delivery room, a death sentence spoken with chilling indifference. The man holdi

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A Wife's Rage, A Husband's Fall
A Wife's Rage, A Husband's Fall
“For five years, I was a ghost in my own life, a silent wife to my deceased sister' s husband, raising children who treated me like their servant. Then came the accidental pregnancy, a tiny flicker of hope that was brutally extinguished when Mark, my stoic husband, ordered the doctors to let me and our baby die during a complicated labor. I survived, but he delivered the news of our baby' s death with chilling conviction, feigning grief while his eyes held only contempt. He gaslighted me, convincing me I was hysterical, that my memory of a baby' s first cry was a delusion. "Your duty is not to this dead child," he sneered, "Your duty is to Josh and Emma." My world fractured further as his cruelty escalated. He turned our niece and nephew into miniature tyrants who physically abused me, killed the only kind soul in the house, my maid Lily, for daring to question him, and then, in a final sadistic blow, let my parents die after I begged for money to save them. Lying beaten and broken, listening to the casual gossip about my parents' car accident, something inside me snapped. The old Chloe, the one who tried to please everyone, died on that cold marble floor. A new, more terrifying resolve began to form.”
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