His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius

Chapter 5

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affic, the chatter, the distant wail of a siren-rushed in to fill the silence in her head. S

ed-purple cloud rolled in from the west, swallowing the sun. The first d

ntial downpour began, sending pedestrians scram

ept wa

r cashmere sweater, the cold seeping deep into her bones. But

stumbled to the side, ducking under the awning of a closed bookstore. She slid down the b

cried for the painting. She cried for the baby she would never have. She cried f

asked her weeping, giving h

in her line of sight. They stopped directly in front of

une lifte

s expensive suit soaked, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He wasn't hold

hed into a familiar, satisfying certainty. This. This was w

rmance?" he asked, his voice

er cheeks. He had followed her out here not

continued, his lip curling in a sn

act? You think if you cry in the rain, I'll feel sorry for you? That I'll go

hing that had been broken a

treaming down her face, indistinguishable from one another. She looked at this ma

simply turned to walk

erate. He lunged forward, his hand clamping around her wrist

you," he snarled, h

s," she said. Her voic

closer. "You will come with me. You will not s

e his black Bentley was idling, the driver st

its own. He opened the back door and practically shoved h

e noise and the rain,

rip of water from their soaked clothes onto the plush leather seats, a

ing, and he had his wife, compliant and silent beside him. So why did he feel

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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.”