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My Dying Heart, His Cruel Vows

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1088    |    Released on: 28/10/2025

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ce vanished, replaced by a flash of pure, unadulterated fury. It wa

arled, his voice like the crack

me face twisted into a mask of con

support. My legs felt weak, my whole body trembled. "Elijah, I just w

niest thing I've heard all year." He stalked towards me, his shadow falling over me, engulfing m

body, the scent of his cologne mixing with the damp earth.

mense. Black spots

e inches from mine, his eyes burning with a pain so deep it was

le. I didn't fight back. A strange, serene thought drifted through the panic: Let

sness began to fray

re in my lungs. Through my watery eyes, I saw it. A flicker of something in his own. It wasn't pi

f there was still a part of him that cou

red the moment. She trotted over, wrapping her arm possessively thro

ocked away. He turned from me as if I were a piece of trash on the ground, ta

in. "Let's go," he said

ned, leaning against him. "

r. She giggled and climbed on. He rose effortlessly, piggyback

d resting on his shoulder. The image was a knife, twisting i

had carried me down the mountain just like that. He had complained the whole way, tea

bered him grunting with a grin. " I' m going to have

g. " Don' t listen to him, Jamie! He lov

the tenderness-was gone. It all belonge

roat, forcing myself to my fe

anced at me over his shoulder, his

fr

r presence any longer," he spat, each word a venom-tipped

a prisoner being escorted back to her cell. I had a feeling I w

Kiley, now in the passenger seat, was all over Elijah, her

for me to hear clearly. "It's been so lo

'm driving." His voice was a low growl, stra

o whisper something in his ear. Her hand

steering wheel. I saw his thr

or, meeting mine. There was no warmth,

ed the steering wheel, pulling the car o

nto me. His eyes were dark, h

t o

ran col

ted, his voice dropping to

of my coat. I stared at him, my

d with venomous impatience. "Don

out onto the gravel shoulder. The car door sl

need to see. Her soft moans, his guttural groans, the rhythmic creak of the suspens

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“My fifth wedding anniversary gift was a call from my husband's publicist. He told me to come down to the 5th Precinct because there was a "situation." With my billionaire husband, Elijah, there was always a situation. When I got there, I saw a young influencer accusing him of kidnapping. But the real shock wasn't the accusation. It was her face-she looked exactly like me, five years younger. Elijah arrived, but instead of being angry, he showered her with affection, calling her "Kiley" and gifting her a diamond necklace. He treated the kidnapping claim like a lover's quarrel. When his eyes finally met mine, the warmth vanished, replaced by ice. He looked at me like I was a piece of furniture. A cop muttered to his partner, "That's Mrs. Peters. The real one. Or, well, the first one." He hates me. He blames me for his sister's death five years ago, believing I ran away and left her to die. He doesn't know I collapsed while running for help. He doesn't know about my terminal heart condition. So he tortures me with my living replica, slowly killing the woman he vowed to love "till death do us part." The irony is, he doesn't have to try so hard. My doctor just told me I only have a few weeks left to live.”
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