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All Chapters of Court-Ordered Apology: Real Wife's Kill Shot: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Brenda Hudson, how long are you going to keep playing dead? Get up and make room for Naomi! She's done so much for this company, and she's carrying my baby. Moving into the master bedroom is just for her and the baby's health!"My eyes snapped open.A man and a woman stood before me.The man was dressed in a sharp suit, his face contorted with anger as he pointed a finger at my nose.The woman wore a white floral dress and hid behind him, cradling her belly. Her expression was smug, though she faked a timid tone. "Joseph, don't do this. Brenda will get angry. I'll just stay in the guest room."Memories rushed into my mind like a surging tide.It turned out that my former self, the matriarch who had ruled over a marquis' household for 30 years, had passed away in her sleep.My soul now inhabited the body of Joseph Cooke's wife, the wife of the richest man in Selmont.Though she was also named Brenda Hudson, she had been a spineless pushover.She had built the business with Jos

Chapter 2

First thing the next morning, Joseph canceled my supplementary cards, trying to force my hand.I turned right around and had the maid, Leah Holmes, sell off all my luxury goods.Two hours later, 500 thousand dollars in cash landed in my savings account.I changed into a sharp black business suit and put on a fierce, striking face of makeup."Leah, order a banner and hire a band."At noon, right at the peak of lunch hour at Cooke Group, a huge truck pulled up in front of the entrance.On my mark, the deafening beat of drums and the blare of trumpets filled the air.Crowds of employees and passersby flooded over.Standing on top of the truck bed, I gave a wave of my hand.A massive banner with gold letters on a red background unrolled instantly. "Congratulations to Mr. Joseph Cooke on His Second Wife, Expanding the Cooke Family! Blessings From His Legal Wife, Brenda Hudson!"When Joseph sprinted out of the lobby, he had lost a shoe along the way."Brenda! Get the hell down her

Chapter 3

Relying on my memories, I booted up the computer in Joseph's study and began combing through the accounts.Though Joseph had grown the business, he was never particularly savvy when it came to finances.Or rather, he simply hadn't bothered to guard against his formerly sweet, naive wife.The transaction records were appalling.He had bought Naomi houses, cars, and designer bags. Even her daily personal expenses had been billed directly to the company.I logged every single entry, calculating how many years behind bars this would buy him.As the cursor drifted across the screen, I accidentally opened a private album of photos of him and Naomi.The repulsive images of the cheating pair made my stomach turn.So, I generously uploaded them to the internet for everyone to enjoy.If they truly loved each other, why hide it in the shadows?To my surprise, the police showed up at my door soon after. "Under the law, even spouses cannot violate each other's right to privacy. By sharing

Chapter 4

It was the only thing of real value the original Brenda had left behind.For five years, she had meticulously documented every night Joseph failed to come home, every time he returned smelling of perfume, and every unexplained charge on his credit card.There were even the taunting messages Naomi had sent her—every insult and every attempt to force her way into the marriage.Originally, these were merely the desperate ramblings of a bitter woman.In my hands, however, they would become the sharpest of blades.My phone chimed with a text from Naomi."Brenda, the ruling is tomorrow. The court is definitely going to rule against you. By then, you won't just be out of money, but you'll also have to post a public apology online and lose every bit of dignity you have left. If I were you, I'd just go kill myself."As I stared at the screen, my fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk.A public apology online?Wonderful.I was just in need of an officially certified microphone.

Chapter 5

As I held the printed hotel check-in record in my hand, I spoke articulately, my tone measured and overflowing with absolute sincerity.In an instant, the chat blew up.The screen flooded with question marks, followed immediately by an avalanche of laughter."Three minutes? For real?""Holy crap, this is wild! What an apology!""This isn't an apology. This is a public execution!"Before the viewers could react, I pulled up another screenshot—an Instagram post in which Naomi had flaunted her Hermès bag."I'm sorry, Ms. Baxter. I shouldn't have questioned the authenticity of your bag. Even though my husband bought that top-tier knockoff for 20 thousand dollars using company funds, his love for you is real."I shouldn't have been jealous of your romance, and I certainly shouldn't have pointed out that using corporate funds to buy fake luxury goods is not only potential embezzlement but also embarrassing."The moment those words left my mouth, half of the netizens who had been cal

Chapter 6

Before dawn the next morning, Cooke Group's stock was already in free fall.Joseph was jarred awake by a barrage of panicked calls from the board of directors.By the time he scrambled into the office, he was greeted by cold regulatory seals on the doors and a room full of furious board members.The embezzlement and tax issues I had brought up in yesterday's live stream had immediately drawn the attention of the IRS and the financial crimes unit."Joseph Cooke! Look at the mess you've made! Three minutes? Fake designer bags? You've dragged our reputation through the mud!" one of the major shareholders roared, slamming a hand onto the table.Joseph was suspended on the spot, pending internal investigation.Meanwhile, the once-arrogant Naomi got a taste of her own medicine.She held the cushy title of "Administrative Director" at the company, where her days were spent drinking coffee and getting her nails done.Today, however, HR handed her a reassignment notice."Ms. Baxter, gi

Chapter 7

"Doctor, my belly hurts so bad… It really hurts…"In the hospital's VIP suite, Naomi lay in bed, her face paler than a sheet of paper.The top OB-GYN specialist I had hired conducted a thorough examination before turning to the livestream camera and announcing, "Ms. Baxter, the monitors show your baby has a remarkably strong heartbeat."With fetal movement this vigorous, the baby could compete in the Olympics. How could it possibly hurt?"The tens of millions of viewers tuned into the stream burst into hysterical laughter."Hahaha! This doctor is a master of sarcasm!""Brenda is an absolute badass! She outplayed Naomi before she even made a move!""This isn't bed rest. This is a public execution!"Naomi wanted to fly into a rage, but looking at the two bodyguards standing by the door, she had no choice but to swallow her pride.Since she was so terrified of a miscarriage, she wouldn't be taking a single step out of this room. She was going to lie there and protect that baby wh

Chapter 8

Joseph didn't die, but he came pretty close.He suffered a severe traumatic brain injury, became quadriplegic, and was left in a vegetative state in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator.As his legal wife, I naturally stepped into the role of his primary legal guardian.The doctor brought over a thick stack of critical-condition notices and treatment options to me. "Mrs. Cooke, the patient is in critical condition. Do you want to proceed with brain surgery? While the risks are high, it's the only sliver of a chance he has."I took the pen and looked at the sharp spikes on the heart monitor without a single ripple of emotion.Back at Marquis Valebrook Manor, this was usually the cue to start prepping the funeral arrangements."There's no need," I said calmly, signing my name across the page."I can't bear to see him suffer any longer. We'll stick to conservative treatment and let him leave with a little dignity."The doctor flinched slightly but ultimately respected my wishes.T

Chapter 9

Joseph's condition took a sharp turn for the worse after seeing Naomi.The doctor suggested transferring him to a private ICU for round-the-clock care, but the daily cost was astronomical.Sitting in the hospital director's office, I shook my head with a face full of solemn regret. "Doctor, as you know, the company has barely caught its breath, and money is tight at home. Can we transfer him to a standard ward instead? Use cheaper medications too. Anything that keeps him stable will do."The director glanced at my expensive dress. He looked as if he wanted to say something but ultimately signed off on the transfer.When Naomi caught wind of this, she posted a video online accusing me of abusing a patient.She wept heart-wrenchingly into the camera. "Brenda is worth billions of dollars, yet she refuses to pay for treatment that could save her husband's life! This is premeditated murder!"If this had happened before, netizens would surely be raining curses down on me again.But no

Chapter 10

A few months later, the business landscape of Selmont had completely transformed.The golden sign of Brenda Corp hung high above the city, and no one even remembered that it once belonged to Joseph.That afternoon, I sat in my spacious, sunlit chairwoman's office, going through documents.My secretary, Callie Baker, knocked and came in, handing me a newspaper.The front-page headline was a report on Naomi. "Former Wealthy Mistress Now Reduced to Living in the Slums."In the photo, Naomi's face was gaunt and hollow. She clutched a frail baby in her arms while picking through trash piles near an urban village.I heard she had given birth to a son who looked like an exact replica of Joseph.Precisely because he looked so much like Joseph, Naomi hated him more every day and took all her resentment out on the baby.The baby cried constantly, and she screamed at him every day. Her life was an absolute wreck.Meanwhile, that mountain of debt pressed down on her so heavily that she wo

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