The Dead Son Wasn’t His
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After our son died in a fire, I lost my voice for half a year due to extreme trauma.
In order to "cure" me, my husband listened to the instigations of a manipulative woman. He became convinced our son wasn't his, publicly dumped our son's ashes down the drain, and threw me to five drunk men to do as they pleased.
He sneered and locked the front door: "Do whatever you want with her. She is already dead to me."
He thought this extreme "exposure therapy" would force me to kneel and beg for his forgiveness.
Little did he know, when that door opened again, the one who took me away was a Wall Street tycoon he could never afford to offend in this lifetime.
Half a month later, when he finally learned that everything was the other woman's scam, he knelt in the rain like a madman, begging me to come home.
But I just hid in the arms of my immensely powerful new husband and calmly handed him a court summons.
In order to "cure" me, my husband listened to the instigations of a manipulative woman. He became convinced our son wasn't his, publicly dumped our son's ashes down the drain, and threw me to five drunk men to do as they pleased.
He sneered and locked the front door: "Do whatever you want with her. She is already dead to me."
He thought this extreme "exposure therapy" would force me to kneel and beg for his forgiveness.
Little did he know, when that door opened again, the one who took me away was a Wall Street tycoon he could never afford to offend in this lifetime.
Half a month later, when he finally learned that everything was the other woman's scam, he knelt in the rain like a madman, begging me to come home.
But I just hid in the arms of my immensely powerful new husband and calmly handed him a court summons.

















































