His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius

Chapter 2

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sat in the sunroom, the morning light streaming through the

der she wasn't willing to make. Instead, a strange, brittle clarity had settled

droom apartments in the West Village. Small, anonymous places with

nd jarring in the morning stillness. An unknown number.

Perez?" a man's voice asked.

s is

an Finch. I'm the manager at

d. A knot of unease tighte

osis." Julian's voice was laced with an apology she could already

d on the Persian rug. The world, which had felt so sh

ice cracking. "I paid the deposit. We

the blow. "Another client came in this morning. They made an offer... a very substantial one. One the gallery owner f

ed to pound. A frantic, painful rhythm. That painting wasn't just a piece of art. It w

ay none of the panic clawing at her throat. "The price is negotiab

ke a deep breath. "Mrs. Perez, I'm afraid it's not that simple. The b

ul of people in New York City who could make a top SoH

e demanded, the

"Our client list i

my paintin

"The buyer was Mr. Augustus

elly perfect, that she almost laughed. A hysterical sound bubbled

cou

e. Augustus had no interest in art. He wouldn't know a Mone

ht it for

d, and in its place, a white-hot rage erupted. It surged th

" she asked, her voi

hey're just finaliz

l it. I'm

before he

ken her dignity. He had taken her hope. And now, he was taking the last piece of her past

t this

on a pair of jeans and a simple black cashmere sweater, shoving her

toward the garage. "Mrs. Perez, shall

Her eyes were blazing with a f

of the garage, to the classic, silver Audi TT she had bought with the prize money from

comfort. The engine roared to life with a satisfying snarl, t

and peeled out of the garage,

Manhattan, a single thought repeate

is from her. He woul

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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius

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“For three years, June played the perfect, submissive wife to billionaire Augustus Pruitt, hoping a child would finally warm his cold heart and secure their marriage. But when she cautiously suggested they have a baby, he looked at her with pure, unfiltered disgust. "A woman who schemes her way into a marriage doesn't get to carry my blood." He sneered, leaving immediately to lavish his mistress with diamonds. The nightmare only escalated from there. Augustus bought the one painting June desperately wanted-a piece she had secretly created herself-just to gift it to his mistress. He publicly outbid June at the gallery, mocking her lack of wealth, and left her to collapse in the freezing rain. When the storm gave her a severe 104-degree fever and she nearly died on their staircase, he didn't even stay by her hospital bed. Instead, he sent an assistant with a box of jewelry to buy her silence, then forced her to attend a family dinner where his mother and sister viciously mocked her barren womb and background. Looking at Augustus, who sat there casually cutting his steak while his family tore her apart, the last flicker of hope in June's chest sputtered and died. She finally understood that her three years of bleeding devotion were nothing but a pathetic joke to them. She dropped her silverware, the sharp clatter silencing the entire room. She wasn't going to be their punching bag anymore. It was time to finalize the divorce papers, reclaim her hidden identity as the world-renowned artist 'mr.sun', and make them all regret it.”