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Wife’s Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband

Teela married King Heavenly because she loved him, but life in the Heavenly household was anything but euphoric. Lettie, her hard-as-nails mother-in-law, treats her like an unpaid servant. The family treats her like an outsider. King treats her like a shadow, transparent and forgettable. When Lettie presses Teela to prove her value to the family or get out, Teela has a decision to make. But she’s not leaving without a fight. King Heavenly rules Heavenly Industries with an iron fist, but he leaves his home life to his mother to manage, and that includes the management of his boring little wife. Teela has never complained. She’s never done anything interesting, for that matter. She’s just one more responsibility in a long line of responsibilities that King shoulders on a daily basis, and that is exactly how he treats her — as a responsibility that he’s delegated to his mother. Suddenly Teela steps out of the shadows and into a fight with him and his whole family, and King is baffled by the ruthless actions of his now daring wife. He’d always heard that vengeance is a dish best served cold, but Teela is coming in hot!

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150 Chs

The Drama Before the Party

"My husband left me because Ben is the child of my rapist, and my husband couldn't stand the reminder that he wasn't man enough to protect me."

Lettie's eyes went wide as she realized what she said, and she clapped her hands over her mouth.

The auctioneer said, "Going twice."

Ben stood up to go to his mom, but I put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Lettie, remember the family mantra. Whatever you do, wherever you go, someone is watching. Whatever you do, whatever you say, someone is listening. Privacy is an illusion. Self-control is power. Restraint is vital.

"Or do you need some time in the reflection room as a reminder?"

King called out, "Teela, that's enough!"

But I was on a roll now. All the poison Lettie had injected into my system was spewing out by a hundred-fold.

"Or don't you want your friends to know about the reflection room and what you've subjected your boys to over the years?"

The auctioneer said, "Sold!"