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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 761    |    Released on: Today at 10:28

tition separating them from the driver was raised, cocooning them in their own world of cold fury

in-streaked city lights blur into long, abstract strokes of color. She fel

wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He opened his mouth to say something twic

em. The caller ID flashed on the dashboard screen: CAMER

it?" he

Cameron's efficient voice filled the car. "The painting ca

in

, a fresh wave of pa

kward silence. "It's an interesting piece, sir. I did a lit

ing, his eyes fixe

rphosis was their debut piece, shown at a small student exhibition years ago. It caused a bit of a stir,

eptible tremor ran through her. She pressed her lips tog

us artist. It was on the silent, dripping woman beside hi

said, his tone dri

ct. "Sir, regarding Mrs. Pruitt... I was thinking, perhaps a ges

d hung in the air, cl

He remembered her, crouched and crying in the rain. He had told himself it was a performance, but

us said, his voice a low sneer. "A

n. A transaction

orning. Pick out the most expensive set they have. Diamo

ld pay for her silence. It was a la

ard eve

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pensive set

e was talking about her as if she were a problem to be managed, a petulant child to be placated with a shiny

eyes. The lake insid

ilence that returned was a hun

arrives tomorrow, accept it," he ordered. "And

e continued to stare out the window as if he hadn't

ment it rolled to a stop under the portico, June opened her d

nsteady but determined, moving toward

n his gut. It felt like he was watching something slip through

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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius
His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius
“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.”