Trigger warning : This story explores themes of grief, medical negligence, psychological trauma, and a slow-burning, quiet revenge.
Not everything hidden beneath a white coat is clean.
Reader discretion is advised.
Welcome to Pulse Revenge
This story is not about perfection.
It is about what remains when the world keeps moving, but pain stays lodged beneath the skin.
It is about silences that suffocate.
About white coats stained by truths no one dared to name.
About institutions that save lives and the ones they quietly let slip away.
Here, you won't find easy love or fast forgiveness.
You'll meet a woman who doesn't raise her voice, but who refuses to disappear.
She's not here to be saved.
She's here to unearth what was buried.
Even if it means burning everything down to get there.
This story is slow. Personal. Intimate.
Each chapter pulls at scars the world doesn't see.
But if you're willing to read closely,
If you listen between the lines,
You may hear what the silence has been screaming all along.
Thank you for being here.
Your support is a spark. And sparks ignite fires.
Haelstorm