Trigger warning:
This story explores themes of grief, medical negligence, psychological trauma, and a slow-burning, quiet revenge.
Not everything beneath a white coat is clean.
Reader discretion is advised.
Welcome to Pulse Revenge.
This is not a story about perfection.
It's about what's left behind when the world keeps spinning but pain refuses to move on.
It's about silences that choke.
About white coats stained with truths no one dared to name.
About institutions that save lives—and quietly let others slip away.
There is no easy love here. No fast forgiveness.
Only a woman who doesn't raise her voice
but refuses to vanish.
She's not looking to be saved.
She's here to dig up what was buried.
Even if she has to burn everything to find it.
This story is slow. Intimate. Relentlessly personal.
Each chapter will press on scars the world has forgotten. Or chosen to ignore.
But if you're willing to read between the lines
if you can lean in and truly listen
you may hear what silence has been screaming all along.
Thank you for being here.
Your support is a spark.
And sparks? They start fires.
Haelstorm