Still His Wife. Never Again His FoolUpdated at Oct 18, 2025, 14:39
My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than this. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Suddenly aware of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby, the blood, the gaslighting, the cold stares, the silence.
No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection.
I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself.
If this was a second chance?
I’d weaponize it.
Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence.
They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double.
And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering.
I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one?
They live by mine.
And mercy?
Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.