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The Secret Genius Ex-Wife's Cold Revenge

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 786    |    Released on: 12/01/2026

el brilliance. The papers on the nightstand hadn't

rica could answer. Karie Solomon, the housekeeper,

s, Madam. Mrs. Antonin

gnature. Her expression didn't change, but her lip curled slightly. She se

t Erica knew better. She had swiped a sample two years ago and run it through the mass spectrometer in her

lly a threat. But she wasn't stupid. Every morning, an hour before Karie arrived, Erica took a binding agent she had s

m down to where the neutralizer was waiting. It was a dangerous game, but it was the

h messy hair and a scraped knee, holding out a wildflower to a girl who was crying

d's pr

different today. A metallic tang that hadn't been there before. Had they change

cean four years ago, the same night

ed. "The car is ready. The family e

Erica asked, though

y auction today. He is supporting her." Karie's ton

se," Eri

s that felt like armor. It was severe, mourning att

d. Erica slid into the back seat. The privacy

, unlike anything she had felt before. Erica frowned. Her calculations for the neutralizer were precise. Unless

laptop. She didn't open Netflix or Instagram. She booted i

reen filled with lines of code, complex

me, D

with activity. A message blinked

The board is asking if the gho

yped ba

tion. She had built this for Dillard's grandfather originally. Now, it was going to change the world. And Dilla

ping the laptop onto the seat. Sweat prickled her hairlin

ates of the Bentley estate. The gray stone mansion l

ep into her bag. She checked her refle

er-in-law, Antonina, standing at the top of the stone

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“I spent three years playing the role of the perfect, invisible wife to Dillard Bentley, the billionaire heir of Manhattan. While he graced the tabloids with socialites, I stayed in the shadows of our penthouse, waiting for a man who treated me like a piece of furniture. One rainy night, the facade finally shattered. Dillard came home smelling of another woman's perfume, and I handed him the divorce papers he never expected. But before the ink could dry, a violent pain ripped through me during a family lunch, and I collapsed in a pool of blood on the pristine marble floor. While I was being rushed to the hospital, Dillard's mother dismissed my agony as a manipulative trick, and Dillard chose to believe her. He didn't follow the ambulance; he went to a gala to protect his mistress instead. I woke up in a cold emergency room only to be told I had lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying. Because of the toxic "vitamins" his mother had been force-feeding me, my blood wouldn't clot, and I had to undergo surgery without a single drop of anesthesia. I bit down on a leather strap, feeling every agonizing scrape as they cleared the remains of my child, while my husband laughed at my pain over the phone. "Stop the drama, Erica. Tell her the divorce terms are non-negotiable. I'm busy." He hung up, leaving me to scream in silence. I realized then that the man I had once loved was the same man who let his family poison me. The "vitamins" weren't supplements; they were a death sentence for my unborn child, and he didn't even care enough to show up. Dillard thinks he's divorcing a penniless nobody, but he's about to find out that the world-renowned medical genius he's desperate to recruit is the wife he left to bleed alone. I walked out of that hospital, threw my wedding ring in the trash, and reclaimed my true identity. Dr. N is coming to the global summit, and I'm not there to save the Bentley empire-I'm there to burn it to the ground.”