Rising From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Comeback

Chloe walked into the spacious walk-in closet, a room even larger than her first apartment.

However, all of these belonged to Mrs. Sterling, not to Chloe.

Before Julian, she was "Sierra," a screenwriter. She lived on instant noodles, dedicating herself entirely to screenwriting. Life was tough, but it was her life.

She recalled a social event just before her wedding. Her agent had urged her to drink with a powerful producer, a man known for his groping. Julian was also present. He noticed her discomfort, saw the producer's hand on her lower back. He pulled her away, his grip so tight it hurt her.

“Don’t embarrass me in public,” he hissed.

Meanwhile, Ashley Burris, an actress who has only played a few minor roles, is now starring in a big-budget film funded by Sterling Enterprises.

For three years, Chloe had dominated Sera. She put away her script and devoted herself entirely to playing the submissive wife he seemed to want. She used to call it sacrifice. Now she saw its true nature: self-destruction.

A burning bile, mingled with regret and anger, surged up her throat. It felt like being choked by smoke again.

Now is not the time for self-pity. It's time to bring Sera back to life.

She found her old laptop, hidden in a storage footstool. A thin layer of dust covered it. She blew the dust away, opened the lid, and waited for it to start. It felt like reconnecting to a part of herself she thought was dead.

She logged into her professional email account, one she hadn't checked in years. The inbox was mostly spam, but an unread email from two weeks prior caught her attention. The sender was from a major Hollywood production company.

Her heart started racing.

The email came from a producer who stumbled upon a script she had written years ago. He praised her writing style and the characters she created. He said it was exactly what they had been looking for. Attached was a copyright option agreement.

Her gaze swept over the numbers. The advance payment alone was enough for her to live on for several years. It would also be more than enough to cover her grandmother's medical expenses!

Freedom is beckoning to her!

At that moment, two parts of her identity collided. Chloe Hayes, the wife about to be abandoned. And Sera, a screenwriter Hollywood wanted.

All the fear and uncertainty vanished.

She replied to an email expressing her interest. The reply came almost immediately. The producer wanted to schedule a video call for the following day.

The hope for a life of her own made the next step seem less like a tragedy and more like an inevitability. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the number of the Sterling family's chief lawyer.

"Mr. Levin's office."

“Hello, I’m Chloe Hayes,” she said, her voice steady and clear. “I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me.”

After hanging up the phone, adrenaline surged through her body. The pain in her arm and the sting in her throat seemed to subside. She walked into the main bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She was a mess—her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in grime, and her eyes were red and swollen.

But for the first time in a long time, a spark gleamed in his eyes as he looked back at her.

She was not an accessory. She was not a victim.

She turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, washing away her tears and cigarette ash. A baptism.

She took off her torn clothes. The floor was slippery from her earlier haste. She was weak and unsteady. Her foot slipped.

As she lost her balance and flailed her arms, a soft gasp escaped her lips. She saw the hard marble floor hurtling towards her.

Just as she braced herself for the impact, the bathroom door burst open. A pair of strong arms encircled her waist, pressing her tightly against a hard, warm chest.