His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius

Chapter 3

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Pruitt hated it. He was leaning against a ridiculously uncomfortable leather sofa, flipping through a he

sis. She was posed, one hand on her hip, her head tilted at a thoughtf

he said, her voice echoing slightly in the cavernous sp

unted, not lookin

d for a fraction of a sec

rvously toward the glass entrance doors, wringing h

ition prov

th enough force to make the little

stood in

her eyes. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling under

of eyes loc

a smug, challenging smirk. She took a half-step

his brow. Of all the places he didn't want to s

e?" he asked, his voice

the nervous gallery manager. She strode across the

nd steady. "As I said on the phone, our

e. He looked helplessly from June to Augustus, a ma

ng. There's always a first-come, first-served rule. But sometimes, a

ear: Augustus's money

ere cold, devoid of any emotion but disdain. "Mi

stepped between the two women, a solid, immovable wall. The gestu

nt only for her. "Don't embarrass yourself. Herlinda

er husband, at the man who was supposed to be her partner, standing there shielding

aid, her voice starting to tremble with the force

d, even though she knew it was hopeless. "I

patience. He looked at her, and his eyes were filled with that same ugly contempt from last

ed it into a petty, jealous spat. He was incapable of see

a perfect mask of concerned innocence. "Gus, maybe we should

e on a fire. It made June look like t

ace, at her refusal to back down, and something inside

?" he asked, a cold sm

h, his voice ringing wit

t June, his eyes glittering with malice. "Let's see what you're

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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.”