Discarded Wife Builds Her Own World

nd had an emergency hysterectomy, leaving me barren. When my husband finally visit

ce the cameras," he said, annoye

pped me, calling me a "shameless hussy"

r," she spat. "You're useless, El

orb their cruelty. But the woman who loved him died with

ers and a small voice recorder across the bed. "A man who lets his mistress

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g pain as my unborn child slipped away, all while Kiyoshi watched from the yacht railing, his face a mask of indifference. Heidi Ray, Kiyoshi' s latest conquest and a s

A charity case? You're nothing but a placeholder, Elisa." Her words were like daggers, twisted inside the wound she had already inflicted. I

y ears. I felt the first gush, warm and sticky, staining the icy water around me.

the doctors' grim faces, or the fact I could never carry a child again. Instead, he frowned at my untouched meal. "Are you going to starve

not lost a child and my ability to have more. The party, the cameras-that was all that

what I had endured. Yet, he minimized it, reduced my living nightmare to a mere annoyance. He truly believed I was still the same Elisa

my love, my sanity. I stared at the ceiling, a single, silent tear tracing a path down my te

s of my dreams. But it would be mine. I would walk away from the Donovans, from Kiyoshi, from the gho

is arm wrapped around Heidi Ray, a different designer dress on her every night. Champagne flowed like water. The Donovan name was synony

h the mansion's halls. She was furious about the public spectacle, about the potential harm to the Donovan legacy. She paced her s

Joette' s fury could fully ignite, leaving the storm brewing. And

to discuss the recent unfortunate events and Mr. Kiyoshi's behavior." His tone was polite, distant, a practiced blend of deference and cold deta

ted their disdain, their manipulations, their abuse. I had been the good wife, the understanding daughter-in-law, the

oss of my child. A fierce, unyielding resolve had taken root in its place.

. I will not be attending." The words, simple yet revolutionary, hung in the a

etraying a hint of confusion. No on

lly, mentally, and emotionally." My hand instinctively went to my still-tender abdomen. The pain was a constant, dull throb, a stark reminder