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The Unshakeable Queen Returns

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 933    |    Released on: 31/07/2025

ndpaper and her lungs burned with every shallow breath. The heat was a constant reminder of

ction as he typed the numbers into her phon

on swam, dark spots dancing in front of her eyes. She remembered their wedding day, Benedict' s hand in hers, his voice earne

e door handle, her fingernails scraping use

, the words tearing from her raw thro

tective fire she hadn' t seen in years. A fire that was not for her, or for their

ays so busy with work, Aliyah. Always on a plane, in a meeting. When was the last t

e, her entire career as COO of the company they built together, around Leo. She took red-eye flights to be home for breakfast, worked late nights afte

hilling lack of concern. "It' s a tragedy. But Kendall is young. She has her

heat-induced haze. His words weren't a defense of Kendall; they were an a

were board meetings. The weekend "work retreats." The scent of a different perfume on

ing with her,"

ossed his face before it was replaced by cold in

ed on the window with her fists, a desperate, hope

g, but she didn' t feel the pain. All sh

ords tasting like poison. "I swear to God, I wi

he was leaving on the window, and a hint of unease cros

and the sound of a man screaming

!" she begged, h

oked up. "It' s done," he said. "The cloud file is de

as he finally lowered the windo

descending calm. "All this drama, for nothing.

ed living facility, leaving her fa

ther," she said, her

. "He had a little scare, that' s all. You can see him tomo

. The son he had just denied justice

s far as anyone is concerned, Leo' s death was a tragic accident. A faulty car lock, may

avy stone in her chest. She had not only lost her son. She had lost her

e of the car, a new feeling began to bloom in the wastelan

as h

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“I came home from a business trip, and my husband told me our six-year-old son was dead. He showed me the dashcam footage of Leo dying of heatstroke, left alone in the car by his young nanny, Kendall. But instead of seeking justice, my husband locked me in the car and turned the heat on full blast, recreating our son's final moments. He demanded the password to my phone to delete the footage, snarling that we couldn't ruin a twenty-year-old's future over a "mistake." To force my hand, he had thugs break into my elderly father's nursing home room, threatening him on a live video call. Later, at our son's memorial, he defended Kendall as she took selfies with the casket and played pop music. He helped her show a manipulated video to the crowd, painting me as a negligent, career-obsessed mother. The mourners threw drinks at me while my husband protected his lover. The next day, I learned the truth. My father, after being blackmailed by those same thugs, had taken his own life to protect me. My husband hadn't just covered up a murder; he had caused another. He thought he had won, that he had destroyed all the evidence and broken me completely. But he forgot one thing. The GPS smartwatch on our son's wrist. It recorded everything-not just his death, but every cruel, taunting word Kendall whispered as she let him die.”
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