They Tried to Kill Me Quietly, Now I’m Coming Back Loud
At twenty-five, Esteban Rodriguez is dying from an undiagnosed illness—slowly, painfully, and without answers. What he doesn’t expect is for his wife to grow tired of waiting.
Miranda once promised to stay by his side through sickness and health.
Now she’s counting the cost.
When the medical bills drain their savings and Esteban loses the ability to work, Miranda finally snaps—telling him, for the first time, that his life is a burden she can no longer carry.
But the breaking point comes on a crowded city bus, when Esteban spots a woman who looks exactly like his wife walking into a luxury hotel.
During work hours.
Dressed to impress.
Laughing with someone who isn’t him.
Desperate for answers, he follows her inside… and what he discovers behind those hotel doors shatters more than just his heart.
Sometimes, the worst part of dying isn’t the illness.
It’s realizing the person you love has already buried you.
A raw, emotional story of betrayal, heartbreak, and the impossible choice between fighting for life—and letting go of love.
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Chapter: Poison and BetrayalChapter 6The small house Esteban shared with his mother sat at the end of a narrow alley in one of Edinberton's older neighborhoods. The paint was peeling, the roof leaked when it rained, but it was home—the only home he and his mother Hilda had after his father's death fifteen years ago.As Esteban approached the front door, he heard it—a wet, hacking cough that sent ice through his veins. Not just any cough. The sound was wrong, labored, with a gurgling quality that spoke of fluid in the lungs.He burst through the door to find his mother bent double in the kitchen, one hand braced against the counter, the other pressed to her mouth. When she pulled it away, her palm was stained with blood."Mom!" Esteban rushed forward, catching her as her legs buckled. "What happened? How long has this been going on?""Esteban?" Hilda looked up at him with watery eyes, her face pale and drawn. "You're home. I'm fine, sweetheart. Just a cough. Old age, you know." She tried to smile, but another co
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Chapter: Power and ProtectionChapter 5The herbal medicine shop sat nestled in a crowded street corner of Edinberton's old district, its weathered sign proclaiming "Harmony Herbs" in faded gold letters. The scent of dried roots and medicinal plants drifted through the air as Josefina's sleek black Mercedes pulled up to the curb.Before they could even exit the vehicle, two figures stepped out from the shadows beside the shop's entrance. The larger of the two—a hulking man with a shaved head and a scar running down his left cheek—blocked their path with crossed arms. His companion was leaner, with greasy hair and a face that seemed permanently fixed in a sneer."Well, well," the lean one—José—drawled, his eyes immediately locking onto Josefina as she stepped out of the car. "What do we have here?"Esteban felt his stomach drop as recognition hit him. These were the same thugs who'd been harassing the shop owner when he'd passed by earlier, demanding protection money. The larger man was Tomás, a local enforcer know
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Chapter: The GambleChapter 4Esteban took a deep breath, his mind racing through the vast repository of medical knowledge that had been mysteriously implanted in his consciousness. There were several methods to save Clyde McCauley, but none of them came with guarantees. The old man's condition was too far gone, his organs too damaged. Still, doing something was better than watching him die on the floor.He had no choice. He had to try.Kneeling beside Clyde's crumpled form, Esteban carefully lifted the old man—surprised at how light he was, like picking up a bundle of dried twigs—and positioned him back in the chair. Clyde's head lolled to one side, his breathing so shallow it was barely visible.Esteban closed his eyes and focused. Immediately, the technique materialized in his mind with crystalline clarity: the Ancient Nine Points Life Seal, a method of striking specific acupoints to trap what little vital energy remained in the body, preventing it from dissipating completely. The knowledge was there,
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Chapter: An Unexpected GiftChapter 3Consciousness returned slowly, dragging Esteban up from the depths of oblivion like a reluctant swimmer breaking the surface of dark water. His eyelids felt heavy, weighted down with lead, but he forced them open.The first thing he saw was a face.Not just any face—the most breathtakingly beautiful face he'd ever seen. Delicate features framed by cascading waves of dark hair, porcelain skin that seemed to glow in the soft light, and eyes so clear and bright they reminded him of polished amber. For a moment, his pain-addled brain wondered if he'd died and this was some kind of angel.Then reality crashed back in, and with it came the realization that made his chest tighten: Miranda, his wife who he'd once thought was beautiful, now seemed utterly ordinary in comparison to this vision before him."Where... where am I?" Esteban's voice came out as barely more than a croak. He tried to sit up, and immediately regretted it as pain lanced through his ribs."Easy." The young woman
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Chapter: BetrayalChapter 2Esteban's heart seized in his chest as he followed the sound of that laugh down the hallway. Room 816. The numbers swam before his eyes, mocking him. His trembling hand reached for the door handle just as it swung open from the inside.There she was.Miranda stood in the doorway, her hair disheveled and falling loose from what had clearly been a neat bun. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead and upper lip. Her blouse was hastily buttoned, one side tucked in, the other hanging loose. She froze when she saw him, her eyes widening in shock.For a moment, they simply stared at each other.Then the tears came—hot, angry, devastating tears that poured down Esteban's gaunt cheeks like rivers of pure anguish. His chest heaved with the effort of breathing through the sobs that threatened to tear him apart from the inside."Why?" The word ripped from his throat, raw and broken. "Why is God still torturing me like this? I'm already dying! Isn
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Chapter: The Breaking Point
Chapter 1: The fluorescent lights of Edinberton Hospital buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the crowded waiting room. Esteban Rodriguez leaned heavily against the grimy wall, his vision swimming as another wave of dizziness crashed over him. The line stretched endlessly before him—at least thirty people deep, maybe more. He couldn't focus long enough to count.His hands trembled violently as he fumbled for his phone, nearly dropping it twice before managing to open his messages. The screen blurred, doubled, then merged back into focus. Cold sweat trickled down his spine, soaking through his already damp shirt.Still at the hospital. Packed today. Might be late. Already washed and cut the vegetables for you to cook. Love you.He hit send and slumped further against the wall, closing his eyes against the relentless spinning of the room. Twenty-five years old, and his body was destroying itself from the inside out. No diagnosis. No cure. Just an endless parade of tests, sympa
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They called him Weak, He Became Untouchable
He gave his blood to save her family. She gave her love to another man.
For three years, Andrea lived as nothing more than Sofia's obedient husband—a “useless live-in son-in-law,” bled dry to keep her precious Nickolas alive. Fevered, weak, and discarded, he endured every demand, every cold command… until the night he discovered the cruel truth.
One signed paper, and their marriage ended like it never mattered. One final betrayal, and his heart turned to ice.
Now, Andrea walks away—no longer her blood bank, no longer her pawn. This time, the man they called worthless will rise. And when he does, the world will finally see the strength she chose to throw away.
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Chapter: AgainCHAPTER 171 The city had barely caught its breath from the chaos Nikolai had unleashed in his disappearance, yet he was already ready for the next move.Nikolai sat in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a single desk lamp. The shadows stretched across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the cold fire in his eyes. He tapped a finger against the table, watching a series of monitors display social media feeds, news alerts, and private messages—all buzzing with updates on the hunt for him.A small phone rang quietly on the side, and he answered without looking.“Yes?”A familiar voice whispered back, “Everything is in place. The media contacts are ready. The photos are… convincing.”Nikolai’s lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. “Good. Make sure the story hits first thing tomorrow morning. The fake wife, the images—they must be perfect. Subtle details, nothing sloppy.”“Understood,” the operative replied. “She’s already in position. All they need to do
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Chapter: THE COUNTERSTRIKENikolai Volkov moved like a ghost through the city.Every alley, every building, every vehicle he passed had been studied, analyzed, and mentally mapped. Anastasia thought she could control the hunt by plastering his face on billboards, flooding social media, bribing reporters—but she had underestimated one thing: Nikolai thrived in chaos.He wasn’t running blindly. He was orchestrating.In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Nikolai convened with a few carefully selected allies—those who had proven loyalty and discretion in past operations. Each had received meticulous instructions weeks in advance, anticipating this very moment.Anton, his second-in-command, stood by a large digital map projected onto the wall. “They’ve increased patrols, every checkpoint, every known safehouse in the city. The media frenzy is… unprecedented.”Nikolai didn’t flinch. He leaned against the table, fingers steepled. “Perfect. Let them look where I’m not. While they chase shadows, we str
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Chapter: TimeCHAPTER 169 Anastasia sat behind her massive mahogany desk, the dim light of the late afternoon bouncing off the glass awards lining the walls. She tapped her fingers against the polished surface, irritation flickering in her dark eyes. The world outside moved on in ignorance, but inside her mind, one thought dominated everything: Nikolai Volkov had escaped.The phone call she made earlier still burned in her memory.“How could you let this happen?” Anastasia’s voice was ice, cutting through the conference line connecting her, the head prosecutor, and the prison warden. “A prisoner of his magnitude… he cannot simply vanish!”The head prosecutor stammered. “Miss Anastasia, we… we are investigating—”“Investigating?” Anastasia snapped. “Do you know who you’re dealing with? Nikolai Volkov is no ordinary criminal. He has influence, connections, and a mind that could dismantle lives faster than your entire department can process evidence. I don’t care what excuses you have. I want him fou
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Chapter: StatusNikolai didn’t smile because he was pleased.He smiled because things were aligning.The safehouse sat on the edge of the old industrial district—abandoned warehouses, rusted rails, forgotten streets where the city’s laws softened into suggestions. From the outside, it looked like decay. From the inside, it was rebirth.A single bulb swung above a scarred wooden table. Maps were pinned to the walls. Names, numbers, routes. Cash stacked neatly beside burner phones. Men moved in and out quietly, efficient, disciplined—none of them asking questions they weren’t paid to ask.Nikolai stood at the center of it all, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, scars faintly visible along his forearm.Power didn’t always wear a crown.Sometimes it hid in shadows.“Status,” he said calmly.A man stepped forward—tall, lean, eyes sharp. “The shell companies are active. Two in the north, one offshore. Clean paper trails. No links to Volkov.”Nikolai nodded. “Good.”Another voice joined in. “The docks are
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Chapter: DestructionSofia didn’t remember how she left the café.Only that her hands were shaking.The city blurred past her windshield as she drove, traffic lights flashing red and green without meaning. Chloe’s voice replayed in her head over and over, each word cutting deeper than the last.You wanted a throne.You caused this.Call him off.“No,” Sofia muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “That’s not true. It wasn’t entirely my fault.”Her chest felt tight, like the air had thickened around her.Andrea wasn’t innocent. He never had been. He had chosen work over her, power over presence, silence over understanding. He had made her feel small long before she ever started wanting more.“I changed,” she whispered angrily to the empty car. “I paid for my mistakes.”She had rebuilt herself. Therapy. Distance. A new life. A new name in some circles. She wasn’t the same woman who had once been desperate for validation and control.So why did Chloe’s words still hurt?By the time Sofia reached her t
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Chapter: PromiseChloe did not act on impulse.That was what made her dangerous.She sat alone in her study long after the sibling meeting ended, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the estate walls. Her heels were off, her sleeves rolled to her elbows, dark hair pulled back into a severe knot. A tablet glowed on the desk in front of her, lines of information scrolling slowly as she read.Sofia.Former wife. Former problem. Permanent scar.Chloe’s lips pressed into a thin line.“So you’re back in the story,” she murmured.She didn’t ask Andrea for Sofia’s number.She didn’t need to.One call to a private investigator—someone Chloe had known for over a decade—was all it took. The man didn’t even ask why.“Give me thirty minutes,” he said.It took twenty-two.The number appeared on her screen with an updated address, a list of recent movements, and a note that made Chloe smile without humor.Recently contacted by Nikolai Volkov.“Of course you were,” Chloe muttered.She tapped th
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