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The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter. But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator. My daughter shrank away from my open arms. "Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!" My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday. He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team. Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant. The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was. My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke. I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit. Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston. From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back.Xi'an Liu slumped in his gaming chair, his eyes fixed on the screen as his character, "Liu_Xi'an_88," fell to the ground for the umpteenth time. The words "Game Over" taunted him in bold, red letters. His frustration was palpable, the tension in his shoulders and clenched fists a testament to his growing anger.
"Why can't I beat this guy?" Xi'an muttered to himself, his mind racing with strategies and tactics. He had tried everything - different weapons, different skills, different tactics - but nothing seemed to work. Eternal Arena, the game he had been playing nonstop for weeks, was driving him crazy.
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was his mom. "Hey, sweetie, your dad and I are coming over to visit. We'll bring dinner."
Xi'an groaned, not wanting to be interrupted from his gaming session. "Mom, can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something."
"What's more important than spending time with your family?" his mom asked, her voice firm but gentle.
Xi'an sighed, knowing he couldn't avoid her. "Fine, mom. Come on over."
As he waited for his parents to arrive, Xi'an tried to focus on the game again. But his mind kept wandering, thinking about how much he didn't want to have this conversation with his parents. They just didn't understand his passion for gaming.
And to make matters worse, the new game he had ordered, "Demon Apocalypse," was still on its way. He had been waiting for weeks, and he was starting to get anxious. He had heard great things about the game, and he was expecting it to be a major improvement over the first one.
As he waited for his parents to arrive, Xi'an couldn't help but think about the new game. He had high expectations for it, and he was hoping it would be the key to finally beating his nemesis, the pesky mage.
But for now, he was stuck in this frustrating cycle of defeat and disappointment. And to make matters worse, his parents were about to arrive, and he knew they would only add to his frustration.
Xi'an's parents walked in, carrying a big bowl of his favorite pasta and a concerned expression. "Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?" his mom asked, giving him a hug.
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