Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

"So this is why you want a divorce?" Louis Rathbone's voice cut through the room, sharp and pissed.
Georgia Murray jolted awake, her head spinning. Just one day after she'd dropped the divorce bomb, Louis had caught her in bed with another guy.
She never thought her husband, who barely noticed her, would be standing there, fuming.
In a flash, she felt like a stranger in her own life. The word slipped out, "Divorce."
Her heart sank, a sharp pain twisting inside. He still didn't trust her.
"Louis, I didn't—" she stammered.
He cut her off, his lips curling into a sneer. "Georgia, you wanted out. And I'm not blind, babe."
Before she could respond, her cousin Cora Murray, now the big-shot VP of Murray Group, jumped in, all fake concern.
"Louis, don't be too hard on her. She's just lonely 'cause you're always working…" Cora reached for his arm, but his assistant, Daniel Moreton, blocked her like a bouncer.
"Call the lawyer. Get the divorce papers ready," Louis snapped, turning to leave like Georgia's presence made him sick.
Georgia lunged for his arm but stopped short, his usual coldness flashing in her mind.
Instead, she grabbed his suit sleeve, her voice shaking. "Louis, just listen to me…"
Three years. Three years she'd tried to warm this man's heart. Yesterday, after waking up from a brutal accident, she'd finally had enough and asked for a divorce. But even now, one look from him could freeze her solid.
Louis glanced at her hand on his sleeve, his eyes ice-cold. "Get off me."
With a sharp flick, he shoved her back.
Thud.
Georgia's head smashed into the coffee table, blood trickling from the gash.
Louis didn't even flinch. He ripped off his suit jacket—the one she'd touched—and tossed it on the floor like it was garbage.
The move stabbed her heart. Three years, and she'd never cried.
Now, tears spilled over. A bitter laugh broke through her sobs.
"Louis," she whispered, "did you ever love me? Even for a second?"
He half-turned, his gaze dripping with scorn. "Don't play innocent. You know how you conned your way into my bed three years ago."
His eyes flicked to the guy on the bed. "Georgia, you're pathetic."
With that, he stormed out.
Georgia crumpled, the pain in her head nothing compared to her shattered heart.
Tears streamed down as she closed her eyes, drowning in despair.
Eight years. Five years of chasing him, three years of marriage. For Louis, she'd ditched her dreams, her career, her dad. She'd been kicked out of Murray Group, stripped of her pride—all for him. Now, it felt like a cruel joke.
She laughed through her tears, a broken, hollow sound.
Turning to the guy lounging on the bed, smirking like a jerk, she spat, "Samuel, why? You know nothing happened. Why didn't you say anything?"
Samuel Maxwell shrugged, pulling on his shirt with a cocky grin. "Just wanted to see you smile, sweetheart."
He slung his jacket over his shoulder and strolled out.
Before Georgia could process it, Daphne Liddon, the Liddon family's spoiled heiress, burst in with a crew of burly guys.
"You think you can steal my fiancé?" she shrieked. "Beat her down!"
At Daphne's command, the goons pounced. Georgia, still dazed, didn't stand a chance. Fists and kicks rained down, leaving her sprawled, battered, and helpless.
Daphne smirked, pulling out her phone to record.
"Break her arm," she ordered, eyes glinting with malice. "Let's see if this tramp tries it again."
One thug stomped on Georgia's wrist. A sickening crack echoed, and pain seared through her, nearly making her black out.
Daphne glanced at Cora, who stood to the side, and with a nod, she and her crew bolted.
Every inch of Georgia's body screamed, her broken wrist the worst of it. But her heart hurt more.
Cora, in sky-high heels studded with rhinestones, sauntered over.
"You okay, sis?" she asked, her voice syrupy.
Georgia looked up, tears blurring her vision. "Cora, I didn't cheat… You believe me, right?"
Cora's red lips twisted into a cruel smirk. "Oh, I believe you."
Georgia's heart leapt, a flicker of hope sparking. But Cora's next words crushed it.
"'Cause I'm the one who drugged you and dumped you in Samuel's bed," she said.
Georgia's head snapped up, shock and betrayal written all over her face.
Cora leaned down, tilting Georgia's chin with the tip of her heel, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "This look suits you, sis. Feeling hopeless yet?"
"Why?" Georgia's voice broke. "What did I do to you?"
Cora's face hardened, venom in her tone. "You were in my way. I should've been running Murray Group. I've got the brains, the hustle. But Grandpa picked you."
Georgia froze. She'd been named heir years ago, but to marry Louis, she'd given it up and got kicked out.
"All this… over a nomination?" Georgia whispered.
Cora's eyes flashed with glee. "I hated you for it. I was better, but you got the spotlight. Lucky for me, you were dumb enough to toss it all for a guy. Now I'm running Murray Group. Those genius plans that turned it around? Yours. And I took the credit."
She laughed, cold and victorious. "Oh, and your dad? Two years ago, I got him demoted to janitor. He's been scrubbing toilets, taking everyone's crap—because of you."
Georgia's blood ran cold. Her dad, the kind man she adored, reduced to that? She had no idea.
Georgia's blood ran cold. Her dad, the kind man she adored, reduced to that? She had no idea.
She dragged herself up, ready to lunge at Cora, to fight with everything she had left.