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Chapter 4

Word Count: 1070    |    Released on: 15/12/2025

absolute monster! How can you do this?" My entire body trembled with a mixture o

" His command, cold and precise, cut through my desperate plea. He was going to broadca

ling, ready to feast on my misery. The living room, once a sanctuary, transformed into a public stage for my personal tragedy.

over Donavon's past affairs, rivals for attention, social climbers I had inadvertently stepped on. They came with glib smiles, rea

ed with vengeance. "So, the mighty Ava Rich has fallen, huh?" she snarled, and before I could react, she shoved me hard. I stumbl

g detail was captured. He was directing the show, his masterpiece of cruelty. His eyes, usually so full of life, were

my energy completely drained. The disease was eating me alive, leaving me with no strength to figh

y eyes, a river of hatred and judgment. She deserves it. Finally, she gets what's coming to her. Jazmyne is so much better an

oncern that felt like a ton of bricks. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Now, Mrs. Anderson," s

face a mask of cold indifference. He wouldn't save me. He wouldn't interve

. "Please," I choked out, the word raw with desperation, "I... I apologize. To Jazmyne. To everyone I've hurt. I'm sorry for ever

y? Satisfaction? I couldn't tell. Then, he simply nodded. "Fine. The funds will be reinstated.

. Let's get out of here. This sordid display is over." They walked away, hand in

ushed towards me, her phone pressed to her ear. "Mrs. Anderson? It'

y humiliation, it was all for nothing. The last thread connecting me to a semblance of a norm

cream of pure agony, of despair so profound it felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. I wanted to die.

morbid curiosity satisfied. My body trembled uncontrollably, my vision blurred by tears. I looked at Donavon' s

wanted me to disappear? Fine. I would. But not in the way he expected. I pulled out my phone, my fingers sh

he Hudson River a dark ribbon far below. "This is for you, Donavon," I said, my voice eerily calm, resonating with a chilling finality. "And for everyone who watched.

whole. The screams faded. Th

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