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In the shadow of betrayal, Alaric finds himself teetering between despair and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. After years of illness and neglect, he awakens in a world where his wife, Amaris, and her charming accomplice, Silas, have conspired against him, using his frailty to strip away everything he holds dear. As he watches them slip into a life that should have been his, Alaric is consumed by a singular question: how far will he go to reclaim what was stolen?
With each passing day, Alaric’s façade of weakness becomes a carefully woven trap, designed to bide his time and gather strength. But as he plots his revenge, lingering doubts surface—can he trust his own memories? Is his son truly a pawn in their game, or is there more to the family dynamic than he understands?
Amidst the tension, Amaris’s façade of concern begins to crack, revealing glimpses of her true intentions. As Silas’s greed becomes more apparent, Alaric must navigate this treacherous web of deception, where every tender gesture hides a dagger’s edge. Will he emerge from the ashes of his past, or will the ties that bind him to his betrayers drag him down once more?
My Wife Stole Everything, So I Took RevengeChapter 1
After my son was born, my health began to decline, sometimes so badly that I couldn’t even drag myself out of bed.
My wife knelt before me, her hands pressed together in desperation, begging me to let Silas Anderson join the household to help us stay afloat.
Not long after Silas moved in, my wife took our son and left, saying that farming wasn’t enough to survive. Her calls home grew sparse until, one day, they stopped altogether.
Left with no other option, I survived by selling my blood and scavenging for scraps.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, my wife finally returned, only to drag me straight to the hospital for our son’s bone marrow transplant.
“You’re a useless cripple anyway,” she spat. “Just think of it as doing your duty as a father!”
But years of malnutrition had worn me down and I had to stay in the hospital to recover before I could do anything for our son.
It was there, in that sterile room, that I overheard Silas complaining about the money being spent on me.