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The Blind Billionaire's Scandalous Fake Wife

Author: Yuda Xiaojie

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1025 | Released on: 30/01/2026

switch, flipped in the dark. One moment, nothing. T

ing in her chest that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with survival. This part of the ac

and blinding. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing te

cles screamed, a deep, aching throb that lived in the marrow of her bones. The pain, at least, was re

ike a rabbit. This ceiling was pristine, acoustic tile. The room smelled of

oked at the monitor beeping rhythmically beside her head. She adjusted a dial on the IV drip with

aked. The sound was

. Just a clinical assessment. She poured a small cup from a pitcher and held t

voice gaining a fraction of strength.

r watch on her wrist. "It i

to correct her, to tell her her name

e year

in a cage. She let her eyes go wide, projecting the perfect mask of shattered con

ing," Ainsl

er. She just made a n

to the feigned black hole opening up i

han Ainsley's entire college tuition. Her hair was a helmet of silver perfection. Her face was

he said, her voice sharp, cutting t

ng her confusion appear to d

I have no patience for your games today, of all days. Th

, her heels clicking on the

m," the woman h

r voice trembling slightly. "I

ered. "That's a rich perform

ked again, infusing the w

ld her gaze, her own eyes wide and wet with manufactured tears. She was a yog

Ainsley said, her voice risi

y. Then, a slow, cruel smi

aid softly. "Amnesia. Ho

lled out a folded newspaper. She threw it onto

it up. Her hand

black letters: EATON'S SCANDAL

niable. It was Ainsley. But older. Harder. She was wearing a dress that wa

me," Ainsle

ueeze more money out of Carson," the woman s

felt heavy on her

ley repeated.

tim," she

in the room was thick enough to choke on. The older woman stepped bac

aid. "Welcome back. Can yo

entley," A

r date o

ey ga

r husban

e newspaper. "Carson

mething. The woman-Victoria-let out

rthy," sh

piece of acting, even if she did say so herself. She was in a body that

saw a broken gold-digger. They had no

at the Manhattan skyline. It w

t lost. She wa

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“I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a throat like sandpaper and eyelids that felt sewn shut. I expected to see the water-stained ceiling of my tiny Queens apartment, but instead, I found myself tethered to expensive machines in a room smelling of funeral lilies. The nurse didn't call me Ainsley Bentley; she called me Mrs. Eaton, and she told me the year was 2024. Before I could process the four-year gap in my memory, the Eaton matriarch stormed in, calling me a "little actress" and throwing a newspaper at my legs. The headline screamed that I was a scandalous commoner wife who had just caused a DUI crash. Within hours, a ruthless lawyer named Preston was at my bedside, demanding I sign a separation agreement that stripped me of everything. He showed me grainy photos of me with another man, accusing me of infidelity and "endangering the family reputation." My so-called best friend, Kirstie, even tried to bribe me with fifty thousand dollars to flee to Paris, whispering that my husband was an unstable monster who would destroy me. When I finally confronted my husband Carson, the billionaire "Blind Prophet of Wall Street," he looked at me with chilling indifference through his dark glasses. He was convinced I had sold his location to the paparazzi for a tabloid payout, betraying him at his most vulnerable moment. I didn't understand any of it. I didn't remember the marriage, the scandals, or the luxury. But when I looked in the mirror, I found a jagged, violent scar running down my back-a "war wound" that didn't belong to a yoga instructor. I realized I knew how to cite matrimonial law by heart and how to neutralize a physical threat with a single move. "I'm staying," I told the family of sharks as I stood my ground in their massive estate. I refused to sign the papers. Instead, I found a micro SD card hidden in a hollowed-out lipstick and realized I wasn't just a victim of a crash. I was a variable they hadn't accounted for, and I was going to find out exactly who I was before they could finish what they started.”