The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top

Chapter 2

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oyota, felt like a trespasser as it rolled up the long, manicured driveway. He didn't park in

st imperceptible limp, a ghost of the accident that had served as the perfect cover for his exile. It w

at cost more than his monthly earnings. Surprise flickered ac

her tone accusatory. No mention of Jett. No hi

lling the air, and went straight into the walk-in closet. It was the size of

t a small, w

ad given him. His father's watch. He left the expensive suits and shoes the Barlowe

nevieve's voice was shar

her, his expression unreadable. "I'm packing," he

, sharp laugh of disbelief. "Divorce? Are you insa

oom. "This. All of this. It belon

ty where she did her makeup and placed a single folded document on

he prepared o

saw the papers. The laughter d

shed, replaced by a frantic, calculated panic.

al whisper. "Not now. You can't. Clarissa's wedding

t not for their marr

t for one more day," she insisted. "It

n met her eyes. His were cold, empty. "Your re

ed his

gly, hysterical woman beneath. "You ungrateful crippled bastard! You'

e a scene before this wedding, I will make sure you

raise his voice. He just del

s voice barely a whisper

face, already pale, turned a ghastly white. The re

ber d

face. She opened her mouth to form a

ay. He picked up his suitcas

her easily, pushing her aside with a gentle but firm pressure that sent

he doorway, hi

he said. "My lawyer

apse onto the plush carpet, a crum

trembling as she dialed Jett's number. He

rything! He wants a divorce

n the other end of the line, th

o anything. He's a nobody. Tomorrow, at the we

d out of the Barlowe mansion for the last time, a black Rol

stepped out and hel

back, M

h to get into the car. Instead, he s

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“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.”