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The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 433    |    Released on: 08/05/2026

hurled a Limoges vase at the wall.

a shrieked. "She hung up on

had just called. Iona wasn't bluffing. She had fi

ng at his tie. He grabbed the phone. "Freeze

hillbillies," Miranda sneered. "Th

his cufflink. "Eric, you aren't really goin

beaded on his forehead. He had spent that m

ing up. "She's just throwing a tant

eighborhood in Queens. He parked in front of a modest, well-k

is hair and kno

uck, his flannel shirt stretched across his sho

demanded, trying to

aid, blocking the doorway. "And s

ime for this. Just tell her I'm here

ut from behind Nathan. Three m

woman you cheated on with that snake?

tary step back. "Do you know who I am? My father could b

is voice. "You're a cheating coward who hurt our sister. That's all we need to kno

ck to the Maserati, his hands shaking so badly he could barely

hone. Iona wasn't p

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“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.”