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مؤلف: Samantha Moose
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Anna’s shriek cut through the chaotic symphony of sirens and shouting, a discordant note of pure, theatrical malice. For a split second, I was too stunned to even process the absurdity of her accusation. The acrid smell of smoke filled my lungs, and the flashing red and blue lights painted the scene with a surreal, nightmarish quality. Then, a laugh bubbled up from deep in my chest. It wasn’t a sound of mirth, but of sheer disbelief. A hysteric, ragged burst of air tore from my lungs, so loud a
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  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   66

    Anna’s shriek cut through the chaotic symphony of sirens and shouting, a discordant note of pure, theatrical malice. For a split second, I was too stunned to even process the absurdity of her accusation. The acrid smell of smoke filled my lungs, and the flashing red and blue lights painted the scene with a surreal, nightmarish quality. Then, a laugh bubbled up from deep in my chest. It wasn’t a sound of mirth, but of sheer disbelief. A hysteric, ragged burst of air tore from my lungs, so loud and unexpected that even the police officer beside Anna looked at me with confusion. I had been at a film premiere, locked in a verbal and almost physical standoff with Alexander, less than thirty minutes ago. She couldn't possibly know that, which made her lie so breathtakingly stupid, so profoundly arrogant, it was almost sublime. “You saw me?” I pushed myself up from the wet grass, the sharp little stones digging into my bare knees. The pain was a grounding sensation, pulling me back into the

  • Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister   65

    The high-pitched wail from the other end of the phone sliced through the ambient hum of the premiere party like a fire alarm. The elegant champagne flute slipped from my fingers, shattering on the cold marble floor with a piercing crash. The sound was swallowed by the sudden, roaring silence that filled my head.“Dani…” the name escaped my lips as a strangled breath.Alexander stood frozen, his face a grotesque mask of shock and horror. The ice water I had thrown at him still dripped from his jawline, mingling with the cold sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead.“Where is he?” I lurched forward, grabbing his lapels, my nails digging into the expensive fabric. All the carefully constructed walls of my anger, my legal strategies, my newfound independence—they all crumbled into dust at the thought of my son in a burning building. “Where is my son?!”“He… at the villa…” Alexander stammered, his eyes wide with a terror that finally seemed genuine.“The villa?” A cold, vicious clarit

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    A layer of fine water droplets condensed on the wall of the champagne glass, reflecting the shimmering phantom in the grand hall. Sophie, that name had been swirling in my mind for several days, and now she stood right before me. The panic on her face was like ripples on water stirred by the wind, fleeting, replaced by a layer of hard and smooth ice.She placed the glass in her hand, crossed her arms, and her fiery red long dress, like a flickering flame, made her stand out distinctly in the crowd."I didn't recognize you." Sophie sneered, the carefully drawn line of her lips curving into a sarcastic arc. "So it's the renowned Walsh lawyer. What, the name of Mrs. Rich isn't enough for you now? You have to go back to your old trade, relying on our 'old cases' to grab attention?"Her voice wasn't loud, but it was as sharp as a needle, and the few guests who looked this way showed expressions of enjoying the show."Miss Sophie is now a rising star heavily backed by Mr. Hayes, so naturall

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    My footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step feeling like shattering the illusions of the past seven years. Behind me, the mahogany door, a symbol of family warmth, seemed to separate two worlds. My world was cold marble and an unknown future; while his world held everything I had once cherished—the home I had decorated with my own hands, and the son I had loved with all my might.“Jennifer!”Alexander's roar came from behind, his voice devoid of any feigned warmth, only a hysterical panic of impending loss of control."Don't forget, I bought that law firm for you! Sunlit Legal is my property! I can take it back anytime and make you a complete joke!"My steps faltered for a mere half-second.I knew he was telling the truth. The ultimate beneficiary of the acquisition agreement was him—Alexander Ritchie. He thought this threat would, as before, make me stop and turn back to my self-imposed safety zone.I didn't turn around and continued walking towards the elevator. The sound o

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    The soft thud of the crystal ashtray hitting the plush carpet was deafening, a punctuation mark at the end of a sentence I hadn't yet finished writing. My hand, which had just wielded it like a weapon, hung limply at my side, tingling with the phantom sensation of impact. The scent of ozone and spilled scotch filled the air, acrid and sharp, a battlefield smell.And then, Daniel's voice, small and sharp as a shard of that broken glass, pierced the suffocating silence.“Daddy, you’re bleeding!” His cry was pure, unadulterated terror. He scrambled into Alexander’s arms, his small body a shield of frantic, misguided loyalty. “Did Mommy hurt you? Mommy is bad!”*Mommy is bad.*The words, uttered by the person I loved most in the world, did not feel like a stab wound. They felt like a complete system shutdown. My breath stopped. The frantic rhythm of my heart, which had been pounding against my ribs a moment ago, seemed to simply cease. There was a low roar in my ears, the sound of my own

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    The early morning mist hung over Manhattan’s steel jungle like a damp gauze. I parked my car beneath Alexander’s ultra-private penthouse apartment. This place was close to his company—a spot he stayed in occasionally when he worked far too late, not wanting to head home and disturb Daniel and me. It was also where he’d once brought me to watch our first winter snow together.Looking back now, all those gestures he’d labeled thoughtfulness were probably just conveniences arranged for another woman.I stepped into the lobby. The familiar front desk manager wore a mix of shock and embarrassment on his face. Dressed in my mist-blue suit, I carried a black leather briefcase. Tucked inside its inner pocket, a tiny beetle-shaped recording device, cold and sleek, was already on.“Mrs. Rich.” The manager bowed his head.“I’m here to see Alexander,” I said, my tone calm and unwavering.“Mr. Rich left word. You may go straight to the top floor anytime.”I said nothing and walked directly toward

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