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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 579    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer
His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer
“For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez. On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me. His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture. In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage. He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger. When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered. "She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back." He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg. He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control. But he was wrong. I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return. I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan. "It is time to find myself again."”