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A Wife's Fight for Justice

A Wife's Fight for Justice

Author: Gavin
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1128    |    Released on: 14/08/2025

e, was a blur of high-society parties and fake smiles, unt

heard Dallas confessing to his mistress, Alanna, that he had pai

rsary, claiming I was responsible for his ex-fiancée Hannah's suicide five year

we built, was a lie. He hated me, had murder

et him. The game

pte

a blur of high-society parties and fake smiles. Th

re, retreated to a private wellness center in the mountains, a place of silent monks

ve years, I had believ

use was a crushing weight. I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed t

s a blur through my tear-filled eyes. I didn' t call ahead. I

l pines. It was quiet, almost holy. I found the small, private cabin assigned to Dall

y, expecting to find h

r, her back to me. A man stood over her. I couldn't see

cabin. I started to back away, embarrass

It was a low, familiar rumble

ough for yo

ped. Dallas.

annah Bradley. Exactly like her. The same dark hair, the same serene face that had graced the cove

her voice trembling. "Leaking that video of her on your annivers

nothing like the laugh I knew. He tightened h

deserves everything she gets. She deserves t

d to the floor. He spoke again, his

n knowing it would break her. So I will take everything f

. An intimate one. And he was going to post it

aby?" Alanna aske

he doctor a fortune to induce the abortion and make it look like a

stone. I couldn't move, couldn't breath

ed ab

in th

married and built a life with for

ning. It was a cover. A lie. Just like our entire marri

e for Hanna

w York's old-money scene. He was obsessed with her. He bought an entire mountain in Colorado because she said she lik

rate empires. It was a deal, a transaction. I hated it, but I was a daughter of my family, and I did

ent one to Ha

slit her wrists in her bath

ol of blood. She left a note, not for him, but for the world, a curse upon the uni

nd me. The loving husband, the shared grief, the future we were supp

was going to

got back in my car and drove, my hands shaking so badly I c

the ugly truth re

d me. He murd

oing to

began to form in th

't. I would

had jus

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