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.
"Well, well. Look who it is. Turns out it's the useless woman Dylan discarded," Amara sneered.
Without a second thought, I took her wrist and snapped it hard.
I didn't even flinch when I did it.
"Did you forget about the leg in the bathroom?" I asked calmly. "Should I get you a more realistic pair?"
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The sound of bone breaking echoed through the hall.
For a moment, there was dead silence, and then came her heart-wrenching, full of panic scream.
Amara's wrist hung at an unnatural angle, and her face went pale as she glared at me.
"Elaine! You crazy woman! Three years ago, I was kind enough to let you keep your pitiful life!"
Her voice was shrill, shaking with rage. "With Dylan protecting me, I can make you fall from the clouds again, just like before. I'll make sure you don't keep your other leg, too!"
A few of the socialites around her, their faces twisted with judgment, started to move in closer.
"You're insane! How could you hurt Amara?"
"Do you even know who she is? She's having the Chairman of Hartman Group's baby!"
One woman, the leader of the group, poked my forehead with her sharp nails.