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The Unshakeable Queen Returns

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 859    |    Released on: 31/07/2025

s the first pair of cufflinks she had ever bought him, simple silver knots. He was just a struggling junior programmer back then, full of big dreams and a self-deprec

first round of funding. "I' ll spend my whole life making you happy, Aliyah," he had promised, h

gh escaped her lips. Wh

ng her from the past. "Aliyah, are you ready? P

e a doll being positioned for a play. He led her downstairs, hi

ng modern house she had designed. It was supposed to

ested. Instead, a loud, thumping pop song with an obnoxious bass line echoed through the open-pl

rners, their faces a blur of poli

all

was wearing a tight, inappropriately short black dress. And she was taking a selfie. She held her phone

through Aliyah. She broke away from Bene

nk you' re doing?" Aliyah

ms. I was just... paying my respects." She posted the photo to her Instagram

d the phone from Kendall' s grasp.

hissed. "Get out

l performance. "I' m so sorry," she whimpered. "I didn' t mean any disrespect.

d tearing through the party music. "He hate

is grip like iron on her arm. He put himself betw

e making a scene!" he wh

emorial!" Aliyah cried, struggli

nearby guests to hear. He was playing to the crowd. "Kendall was very close to

olate her. The murmurs started around them. People shifted unco

yah said, her voice dropping to a shocked whisp

n' t have come. It' s just... I feel so guilty. Maybe if I had been a better nanny... but

nomous twist of a conver

" Aliyah spat, lu

shoved her back, har

ad put his hands on he

she said, her voice shaking as she retrieved her phone from the floor. "I did

e, angling the scree

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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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