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From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 835    |    Released on: 14/07/2025

my once-loyal protégé, used the inside information I had entrusted to him to launch a coord

, I wasn't ca

ent firm under a different name. I had also been feeding Dustin carefully selected, slightly altered dat

at an inflated price, creating a bubble. While Graves and Dustin were celebrating th

losed. The b

ight. They had poured a massive amount of capital into a si

, watching the stock ticker flatline, when my p

ce was a raw, animalistic

raves," I said calmly. "Th

ou!" he screamed, his voice cr

of ice in my tone. "And you failed. It'

nce, then the sound of something s

ing away, leaving me feeling hollow but victorious.

ge was far f

of my new office building. It was late, and the garage was mos

I knew them. They were Graves's personal security, his

ey grabbed me, one covering my mouth to stifle my screams, the other pinning my

his regards," on

d over, gasping for air. Another blow struck my back. They were careful not to leave marks o

n blurring, one of their phones rang. T

as Graves's voice,

," the ma

"Is she okay? You didn't hurt her too badly, did

softening. "She just needed a little reminder o

ct her? From me? He was the monster. He was the one who had ordered this. He had promised

od measure before walking away, leavin

darkness, the echo of Graves's words ringing in my ears. The physical pain was immens

was capable of this. I

reaming in protest. I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling. I didn't call

t number. A number I had hop

to the phone, my voice ho

rt that would ensure Graves Kramer would pay for ev

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From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
From Death to Divorce: Her Rebirth
“A sharp pain shot through my head, pulling me from a deep darkness. I opened my eyes to my luxury penthouse, but I shouldn't have been there. I remembered dying. The memory was cold and sharp: my protégé, Dustin, sold me out, and my husband, Graves, watched our company crumble, leading to my fatal heart attack. Then, Graves appeared, his charming, empty smile unchanged. But he wasn't alone. A young woman, Alex Salazar, stood behind him, clutching her cheap handbag. Graves introduced her as an intern, saying she had nowhere to stay and would be living with us. My eyes fell to her neck, where a dark hickey was partially hidden. The date on the nightstand confirmed it: I had traveled back in time to the exact day Graves brought Alex home in my previous life, the beginning of my long, painful nightmare. Last time, I had screamed and thrown things, starting my humiliation. A strange calm washed over me. I had been given a second chance, not to win him back, but to escape. "Of course," I said, my voice even, "The poor thing. We should take care of her." Graves looked surprised, then relieved. He thought he had won. "In fact," I continued, pulling out divorce papers, "I'll make sure she's comfortable. You just have one small thing to do for me." I wanted the Malibu property. "Give me that, and I'll walk away quietly. You can have your new life. You can take care of this... orphan."”
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