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The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top

The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top

Author: Qian Mo Mo
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1098    |    Released on: Today at 15:51

d on the cracked s

urs re

lf-imposed exile, this test of endurance orchestrated by a dying grandfather's wil

own to these

iliar weight against his back. It was a rental he'd been using for the final weeks of the t

last

al tower in Ninverton. A bitter smile touched his lips. He knew the building. He'd at

baseball cap pulled low and a disposable face mask covering the lower half of his face-a common sight for drivers in t

g. Heading t

rmur that sent a shard of ic

than

oo lost in her companion's gaz

n's golden boy, the ambitious scion of the Donovan family's local

driver. We're

steering wheel. He glanced at the re

er, her hand resting intimately on his thigh. The sight su

ipping with a familiar, cloying sweetness he now recognized as poison. "I have t

driving that piece of junk for a living? I thoug

Jett. A cripple. He lives in my parents' house, eats their

ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. Eac

the mirror was a grotesque parody of intimacy. "After the wedding, you file

Genevieve

n the backseat of her husband's car. They moved against each other, the sounds of their p

lluminated by his headlights. He drove. That's all he did. He drove as

gleaming entrance

d. He pulled a few crumpled bills from his pock

ick with condescension. "A little tip. Try n

n his direction, her hand already linked wi

ing Connor in a tomb o

had suppressed for three long years finally ignited, a white-hot rage

zed. A text f

iend's tonight.

picked up the crumpled bills-Jett's charity-and

one. A sleek, encrypted device hidden in th

nswe

poke, a voice he hadn't heard

y. The Hoffman fa

ley's voice was laced with an almost imperceptibl

e weight of a thousand day

ly," Finchley continued. "As of 9 a.m. tomorrow, yo

laced by an expression of absolute, chilling authority. He opened his eyes

wfound power. "I need all the information you can find on

l be in your secure inb

the car, the engine a low growl in

en. A picture of him and Genevieve on their wed

the delete button.

ed up on the third ring, her

s it, C

kiss. The man they knew was a cage he had built around himself. And the beast withi

id. "We need to ta

rove away from the Spire, heading toward the Barlo

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The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top
The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top
“For three years, Connor lived as a ghost. A crippled, useless Uber driver, enduring a self-imposed exile orchestrated by his dying grandfather's will to prove he was worthy of the Hoffman empire. He even married into the wealthy Barlowe family, becoming their favorite punching bag. On the very last day of his test, his final Uber passengers slid into the backseat. It was his wife, Genevieve, and her wealthy lover. They didn't recognize him behind his mask. Right there in his rearview mirror, they kissed hungrily, mocking her "pathetic loser" of a husband and plotting to dump him after her sister's wedding. The next day at the wedding, they didn't just want a divorce. They wanted to publicly crucify him. Her lover framed Connor as a violent, cheating degenerate. They rallied the city's elite, getting his Uber manager to publicly fire him and convincing the entire ballroom to blacklist him from every job, apartment, and business in Ninverton. They even brought in an arrogant Vice President from the Hoffman Group to publicly declare Connor was a fraud, sealing his social execution. Standing alone in that lobby, surrounded by the mocking laughter of the people who had trampled on his dignity for a thousand days, Connor felt the last shred of his patience burn away. They were so utterly, hopelessly blind. Then, his encrypted phone rang. "Mr. Wise, the test is officially over. You are now the Global CEO of the Hoffman Group." Connor looked at his cheating wife and the arrogant elites laughing at his demise. He dropped the signed divorce papers on the table. The game was over. The slaughter was about to begin.”