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Revenge Marriage: The Jilted Ballerina’s Comeback
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Chapter 14 14 img
Chapter 15 15 img
Chapter 16 16 img
Chapter 17 17 img
Chapter 18 18 img
Chapter 19 19 img
Chapter 20 20 img
Chapter 21 21 img
Chapter 22 22 img
Chapter 23 23 img
Chapter 24 24 img
Chapter 25 25 img
Chapter 26 26 img
Chapter 27 27 img
Chapter 28 28 img
Chapter 29 29 img
Chapter 30 30 img
Chapter 31 31 img
Chapter 32 32 img
Chapter 33 33 img
Chapter 34 34 img
Chapter 35 35 img
Chapter 36 36 img
Chapter 37 37 img
Chapter 38 38 img
Chapter 39 39 img
Chapter 40 40 img
Chapter 41 41 img
Chapter 42 42 img
Chapter 43 43 img
Chapter 44 44 img
Chapter 45 45 img
Chapter 46 46 img
Chapter 47 47 img
Chapter 48 48 img
Chapter 49 49 img
Chapter 50 50 img
Chapter 51 51 img
Chapter 52 52 img
Chapter 53 53 img
Chapter 54 54 img
Chapter 55 55 img
Chapter 56 56 img
Chapter 57 57 img
Chapter 58 58 img
Chapter 59 59 img
Chapter 60 60 img
Chapter 61 61 img
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Chapter 63 63 img
Chapter 64 64 img
Chapter 65 65 img
Chapter 66 66 img
Chapter 67 67 img
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Chapter 6 6

Daphne exited the building. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses she found in the foyer and a baseball cap Charlton had left on the counter.

The doorman, usually friendly, looked at his shoes as she passed.

She stepped onto 5th Avenue.

The air was humid and oppressive. The rain had stopped, leaving the city steaming like a sauna.

She kept her head down.

A group of teenagers walked by. They were glued to their phones.

One of them looked up. She stopped. She pointed a manicured finger at Daphne.

"That's her," the girl whispered loud enough for Daphne to hear. "The meltdown girl."

The group giggled.

Paranoia set in. Daphne pulled the cap lower. She felt like every set of eyes on the street was a laser burning into her skin.

She walked past a newsstand.

Her face was on the cover of a tabloid. It was a photo from years ago, distorted to make her look crazy.

Headline: ROSE REJECT: FROM HEIRESS TO HOT MESS.

Her phone vibrated in the pocket of the shirt.

She checked it. Another text from an unknown number.

Gold digger slut. Leave Campbell alone.

She shoved the phone back into her pocket, her heart racing.

She needed aspirin. Her head was splitting.

She ducked into a pharmacy on the corner. The fluorescent lights were harsh.

She grabbed a bottle of water and a pack of aspirin. She went to the self-checkout to avoid human interaction.

She scanned the items. She inserted her personal debit card.

Beep.

DECLINED.

Daphne stared at the screen. She tried again.

Beep.

DECLINED. CONTACT ISSUER.

"Insufficient funds," the machine droned in a robotic, humiliatingly loud voice.

Daphne froze.

The Rose family. They had frozen her accounts. They had cut her off completely.

"Come on, lady," a man behind her groaned. "Move it."

Humiliation washed over her, hot and prickling.

She remembered the heavy black card in her pocket.

She hesitated. Using it felt like accepting the deal. It felt like selling her soul.

"I... sorry," she mumbled.

She put the aspirin back on the shelf. She walked out of the store, her headache pounding a rhythm against her skull.

Outside, hunger pangs hit her. Sharp and cramping. She hadn't eaten in twenty-four hours.

She walked to Central Park and sat on a bench.

She watched a couple walking a dog. They looked happy. Normal.

She replayed Charlton's words. Sensible got you dumped.

She realized she had zero agency right now. She was a victim. She was a punchline. She was broke.

A rustle in the bushes made her jump.

A man with a massive camera lens jumped out from behind a hydrangea bush.

Click click click.

The shutter sound was like gunfire.

"Daphne! Did you sleep with Charlton for the money?" the paparazzi shouted, getting closer.

Daphne covered her face with her hands, curling inward.

"Leave me alone!"

"Just one comment! How much did he pay you?"

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the sun.

A large hand grabbed the camera lens and shoved it down.

"Back off," a deep voice growled.

Daphne looked up.

It was a mountain of a man in a black suit. He had an earpiece.

"Ms. Flynn?" the man said, his voice changing to something gentle. "Mr. Bernard sent me."

He gestured to a black SUV idling at the curb.

"He said you might need a ride."

Daphne looked at the paparazzi, who was now retreating, intimidated. Then she looked at the secure, tinted windows of the SUV.

She realized Charlton had been watching her. Protecting her. Even when she walked away.

She stood up. Her legs were shaky.

"Take me away from here," she said.

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