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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Author: Lorraine

Chapter 1

Word Count: 739 | Released on: 11/05/2026

any dining table, her gaze fixed on the old-

ck. Tic

d to its final positio

to the dining table. A plate of

become soggy, and the expensive mea

e table. A long time had passed

esist and dialed Corne

Twice. Three times.

only a cold femal

s felt like shards of glass. She opened her texting ap

up. It wasn't Cornelius. It was a

tremely important business meeting and cannot be d

n. The last, pitiful spark of hope

stoo

against the polished white marble floor, the piercin

rate roar from the

picked up the plate of

r the edge of the stainless steel trash can, watching the

ment made her feel incre

rench coat, and wrapped it tightly over the thin, exp

nned to have a romanti

uilding, the biting autumn wind of Manhattan howled down Fifth

tighter in front of her

ssip news article p

estaurant, a

idy

harply, and she caught

o shows

ped in an important business meet

old son, Benny. The boy was laughing and

Cornelius was Harley Moss,

a car and went to the Michelin-

t; she wanted to see

nt and saw that heartwarming scene through

the biting cold wind outside and the warm, golden ligh

tle, and softly wiped a bit of chocolate sauce from t

matic smile played on his lips, a smile

Cassidy hadn't se

w for ventilation. Benedictine's clear, high-pitched voi

loudly, swinging his leg. "I wi

sible, enormous hand reached into her chest a

primand her. He did

d out to affectionately ruffle Benny's hai

straight from the soles of

ck, letting the deep shadows of the Manh

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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Lorraine Modern

“For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert. But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle. My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly. "Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom." Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair. When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago. A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed. "Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield." Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar. My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair. For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder. My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife. But he forgot who he was dealing with. As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos. I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile. "Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."”