From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 496 | Released on: 11/12/2025

herself up. She looked at the jacket hanging on the hoo

w. Bespoke. 100% Vicuña Wool. Th

. She had to clean it. She was a chemist; she knew ho

found in the supply closet and put it in her

e tried to sneak directly to the laundry r

ely

ly. He was standing in the hall

d at the tote bag. A sleeve of

that?"

her grip. "Jus

fore she could stop him. He held it up. It was massive com

And underneath that, a f

y the blood immediately; his mind went t

n demanded. "You'r

s a reflex. "You're a

o her bicep. "I am your husband, Evelyn. Yo

It triggered somet

taken self-defense classes for three years

p instantly. In the same motion, she shoved him back, creating di

llway console table. A Ming vase wobbled a

ollowed t

r with total shock. He had never seen her fight back

ub," Evelyn lied, her chest heaving. "The

r's jacket from where

nd devoid of emotion, "and I will file a po

t bedroom and locked the door. She collapsed on the bed, her hands shaking, not

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From Trophy Wife to Scientific Queen

JESSICA KIRK Romance

“My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.”