Shattered Vows: Rise Of The Neglected Wife

eets as Chloe Lancaster walked out of the private hospital's sliding glass doors. Snowfla

tation of the stress that had been eating her alive for six years. Five hours in the operating room. Five

frame, her hand instinctively pressing against her abdomen w

f young women were gathered, pointing excitedly at the massive digital billboar

. She stood on the snow-dus

oom, was the heir to the Briggs empire, her husband, Bryon Briggs. He was looking down with an expression of uncharacte

ler, Chloe's sister, and a

y. The little girl reached up, handing a brightly colored painting to Isabella. Even wit

atulations on a perfect concert, Auntie Izzy! We love you!" Dai

Bryon, a man known in the corporate world for his ruthless aggression and arrogant demeanor, was looki

ct family. The genetics there are insane," one of the

us, she's a musical genius, and she has this billionaire and hi

e of ice had been driven straight through her chest. The freezing snow was blowing f

ct family of three, t

cely guarding her work. She had told Chloe it was a "top-secret surprise for someone specia

special" was some

rushed to the hospital with a perforated sto

on the evening news broadcast. She stood there for a long, long time, until her white coa

en she finally returned

te was pitch black

too much pain to climb the stairs. She pulled out her phone,

t a di

essage sat there. D

reated her existence as a minor incon

ry of notifications. It wasn't Bryon.

s and videos of Isabella's cello concert and the afte

r is an absolute an

ul, but her technique on the cello

aller family. Whoever marries our Izzy

Daisy: "I wish Auntie

eart emojis: "Thank you to my amazi

Right above this sickening display of mutual ador

k something ruptured. Can someone

were all active on their ph

was still the undisputed princess of the family. Chloe, who had stayed behind, who had cooked,

up on the sofa, the physical pain in her

f the front door unlock

tonight. Are you going to sleep with us too

our aunt's bed," Bryon's deep, gravelly voice

with Mommy!" Daisy

I'm just kidding!" Isabella's bright, flirtatious la

ny it. He didn'

Every inhale felt like s

grumbled, her little footsteps stomping on the hardwood. "She just wants a

stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Chloe,