The Unwanted Husband Returns To The Top

Chapter 7

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ture, had just been annihilated in a 30-second phone call. But pride, that stubbo

ath, and turned to the expectant crowd,

were so impressed with how I handled this situation, with my decisive action...

e eager crowd. A wave of relief, then applause, filled the lob

to Connor. He was not just a v

a gesture of solidarity between liars. "Congratulations,

ward Connor. "Well? What other tric

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as his manager, tell them! Is this man not a known

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ould hear. "You see, trash? In this city, reality is what I say it is.

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ere use

reat. He met them. A fluid shove, a precise twist-two more

olitary island in a sea of hostility. He took

er shatter their world or prove to them, o

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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.”