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Genius Wife's Revenge: Too Late For Regret

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 828    |    Released on: 07/01/2026

illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Julian sat in a velvet armchair, fully dre

hes Gavin had procured-a modest cream dress that cost more than most peopl

ian said. He didn't offer a prea

ltered. "Julian

ffee table between them. "I am a recently divorced man. The ink

a list. Movie roles. Endorsement

ked, her voice trembli

aid coldly. "For your ti

ing she had been clawing for in Hollywood for five years.

he paparazzi outside. If I walk out of here and s

htened. He hated

o you s

. "Just friends. Close friends. It protects your image. You're not a l

ugly, but it was predictable. He preferred predictable to th

ess without my team's approval. And do not think

"Of course

f. There was a faint trace of that scent again-Wild Rose. He loo

his head. It must

bu. She stood in front of the brick build

at used to be

out to a truck with the

ver who was carrying her drafting table.

w, lady," the mover

Vivian

ce of S.W. Studios, emerged from the building

avoiding her eye

pels. "We had a pact, Dante. No corp

bling debts... they were going to break my legs, Vee

im as if he burned

pocket. He pulled out a thick contract. "The acquisi

ct. She flipped through th

ith the company for a minimum of two years post-acquisition

illion

as a dry, hysterical

nows he bought the designer named Rose. You can still b

the page. Julian Ford-Sterling IV. The pen str

house only to walk

ounts had money-Rose earned well-but not that much, and moving that kind o

y, Vee,"

he anger that had been simmering since the divorce, since the nig

into something

She smoothed her

te with eyes that

pare himself. He wanted Rose? He's

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Genius Wife's Revenge: Too Late For Regret
Genius Wife's Revenge: Too Late For Regret
“For two years, I played the role of the "Midwestern mistake," the mousey wife Julian Ford-Sterling IV kept hidden like a shameful secret. I hid my true self behind thick glasses and ashen foundation, acting as the perfect, cowed charity case while he lived a life of marble and indifference. The day our marriage contract ended, the headlines were already screaming about his affair with Hollywood's sweetheart, Lana Vane. Julian didn't even grant me a final conversation; he simply sent his legal team to hand me divorce papers that gave me nothing-no alimony, no shares, just a non-disclosure agreement and a one-way ticket out of his life. I signed the papers and walked away, but a drugged encounter in a dark club that same night led me back into his arms. We collided in the shadows, two strangers stripped of their titles, but I fled before dawn, accidentally leaving behind my vintage silver locket. By the time I reached my secret design studio the next morning, I discovered Julian had executed a hostile takeover of my entire life's work. To my horror, Lana Vane was already there, clutching my stolen locket and shamelessly claiming she was the woman Julian had spent the night with. Julian stood before me in his charcoal suit, looking at me with total lack of recognition. To him, I was just a "gold-digging" architect he had bought along with the furniture. I watched them together, the man who had discarded me and the woman who had stolen my identity, realizing that Julian was obsessed with the genius of "Rose" while despising the woman who stood right in front of him. He had no idea that the wife he'd just divorced was the very person he was now desperate to control. I straightened my spine, my violet-blue eyes cold and lethal behind my new designer frames. "Mr. Ford-Sterling, you wanted the best designer in the city? You've got her. But you should know-I don't just build empires. I know exactly how to tear them down."”
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