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The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 462    |    Released on: 08/05/2026

aze locked onto Iona, dissecting her. He didn't o

voice was low, flat. It wasn't a question from

thumb pressing hard into her index finger. "In return, I will play the role of Mrs. San

h. He had expected tears, demands, or a sob

or scolded. "D

"My lawyers will draft the agre

" Iona sai

e. "Fine. When you're discharged, we go to City Hall." He

not as cold as he seems. Give him time." She promis

t out a long, slow breat

in. This time, she dialed E

ed annoyed. "Look,

done,

g laugh. "Baby, don't be dramatic. I know you're

ngagement is off. My lawyer will contact you tomorrow regarding the

oice. "What the hell is that suppose

She hung up. She didn't slam the phone do

Harmon estate.

em to the Hollis house. Tell Pre

r could respond, Iona

personal cell phone. "Your forme

tions. Texts from Eric, ranging from wheedling to threa

ally across the screen. Blo

r eyes. The girl who had craved their love was

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The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius
The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius
“I woke up in the ICU, my lungs still burning from the freezing river water. Just outside the cracked door, I heard my adoptive family talking. That's when the horrifying realization hit me: my drowning wasn't an accident. My adoptive mother had deliberately pried my fingers off the slippery rocks and pushed me in. "When is she going to wake up? This Rust Belt trash always finds a way to ruin our important moments." "If she's mentally unstable, we should just send her to that facility in the Hamptons and have her sign the inheritance waiver." My father and brothers coldly plotted my removal, while my fiancé, Eric, laughed flirtatiously with my younger sister. He had his arm around her waist, completely unbothered by the fact that I was fighting for my life after he had just scammed me out of half a million dollars. For ten years, I had smiled, obeyed, and shrunk myself to fit into their gilded cage, desperate for a sliver of their love. I couldn't understand how a decade of absolute devotion was met with calculated murder and such casual, cruel betrayal. But the pathetic, desperate Iona died in that icy water. As the suppressed memories of my true identity-"Silas", a master art restorer possessing centuries of dangerous, hidden knowledge-flooded my mind, my tears stopped. I picked up the phone, secured a marriage of convenience with the most powerful man in New York, and began my counterattack.”