My Ex Broke My Leg, Three Years Later I Returned — Novel

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In a world where love can turn lethal, Elaine Hartman returns to the scene of her greatest betrayal, ready to reclaim her life. Three years ago, her husband Dylan shattered her leg—not just a bone, but her spirit—at the behest of his cunning assistant, Amara. Now, with a custom-made prosthetic and a heart fueled by vengeance, Elaine is no longer the broken woman they once discarded.

At her father's celebration, the elegance of the past collides with the chaos of the present when Amara, wearing a smug smile, dares to provoke Elaine again. The tension in the air is palpable; old wounds are reopened as the two women lock eyes, each carrying the scars of their shared history. When Elaine snaps, it’s not just a wrist that breaks but the fragile facade they’ve built around their lives.

As whispers of scandal ripple through the crowd, Elaine stands defiant, her rage transforming into a weapon. Can she navigate this treacherous game of power and betrayal without losing herself again? With stakes higher than ever, the question looms: Will Elaine find redemption, or will her thirst for revenge consume her entirely?

My Ex Broke My Leg, Three Years Later I ReturnedChapter 1

Elaine's POV

The year I first despised my husband, Dylan Hartman, he ruined my leg for the sake of his precious assistant, Amara Ridley.

In return, I ensured that I got the most realistic prosthetic leg custom-made.

One quiet night, I snuck into her apartment, slipped the leg into her bathtub, and waited.

When Amara screamed, it sounded like music to my ears. The sound cut through the silence, sharp and filled with horror.

I stayed hidden, watching through the crack in the door, enjoying every second of her shock.

Everyone told me Dylan would make my life a living hell.

They said he'd crush me completely, make me regret ever crossing him, but he didn't.

Dylan just tossed me a divorce agreement.

His voice was colder than ice as he said, "A cripple like you, Elaine, still wants to keep the title of my wife? Get out of my sight."

And just like that, I was gone from his life.

Three years later, at my father's celebratory party, I saw Dylan's secretary, Amara Ridley, once again.

She walked in wearing a red dress, a sly smile on her lips, and just as she passed me, she ground her high heel into my prosthetic leg.