His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Chapter 3

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 11/05/2026

of the luxury apartment building, the wheels of h

, opened the app, and or

ted the heavy suitcase into the trunk herself

window. The glittering, opulent skyline of Manhattan-her gilded

pped in front of an old, weather

lit, narrow corridor until she reached the he

t of her trench coat and pulled

t turned with a heavy, satisfying

arm, industrial-style track lights flicker

as thick with the comforting, dusty scent of

ess forms, surrounded by high-end sewing machine

corner of the room. Her fingers flew across the keypad, punc

pen. She carefully reached inside and pulle

closure and tipped the

was her Ph. D. diploma in Computer Science f

tion haute couture design sketches. At the bottom right

with her fingertip. The dead, hollow look in her eyes slow

nch and flipped open the old, battered l

d, bypassing security protocols and logging directly into the in

window and began to dra

was a physical blow, severing another tie to

resigning from the useless tech support job Cor

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anding next to the legendary haute coutu

nd scrolled down to a number s

ped: Aunt Clemma. I've thought it

ove she could build a perfect life on her own terms. Now, stripped of those naive

ords for exactly three seco

age sending echoed clearly i

For the first time in seven years, the

twin bed tucked in the corner of th

w textiles and wood, she closed her e

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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."”