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Aubrey's world crumbles when she receives photos of her husband, Ryder, in bed with her sister, Sage. But the final blow comes when she finds out she's pregnant. Despite the betrayal, Aubrey wants to leave the marriage with dignity. She files for divorce, but Ryder refuses.
As the days go by, Ryder's mental abuse escalates, pushing Aubrey to her limits. The stress takes a toll on her body, and she suffers a miscarriage. The loss of her child is the final straw.
Consumed by grief and anger, Aubrey sees red. She's ready for revenge against the man who destroyed her life. Ryder, still refusing to let her go, has no idea what's coming.
Aubrey begins to gather evidence of Ryder's infidelity and manipulation, determined to expose him for the monster he is. She'll stop at nothing to make him pay for his sins, even if it means destroying herself in the process.
As the battle between Aubrey and Ryder intensifies, secrets and lies begin to unravel. Sage, the mastermind behind the destruction of their marriage, will also face the consequences of her actions.
In the end, only one thing is certain: Aubrey will have her revenge, no matter the cost.

The Divorced Heiress Strikes Back

I sat in my office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. The bottle of whiskey on my desk was nearly empty, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as I took another slow sip. The burn did little to dull the pain, to drown out the constant noise in my head.


Aubrey’s face kept flashing before my eyes—her pain, her anger. The way she looked at me when I tried to explain…like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t worth her time anymore.


The truth had come out, but it was too late. I should’ve listened to her three years ago. I should’ve believed her when she told me something was wrong. Instead, I let my arrogance, my doubt, destroy everything we had. Everything we could have been. And now, I've lost her.


I exhaled sharply, the sound bitter in the silence of the office. The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t bother to turn around. I already knew who it was. Her perfume filled the air—sweet, cloying, nauseating.


Chapter 89 Kidnapping her