His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Chapter 4

Word Count: 706 | Released on: 11/05/2026

eek black Maybach pulled up to the curb

rand lobby, his posture rigid and authoritative, flanked

he penthouse. Cornelius pushed the front doo

ed coffee. The apartment was dead

grace of a woman who owned the place, and ge

, and sprinted straight for the living room to turn on the

e sudden blast of video game noise and walked str

en and glanced at the massive

othed out. There wasn't a s

the massive walk-in closet and slid

ightly bare. A small fraction of her mo

s was just another pathetic, jealous tantrum. A desperate

nd walked over to his nightstand

hed wood surface, he froze. His ga

bot model that always sat on the

her seven years ago. She had treated the worthl

red she take something he had discarded, treating it as her own property? It was a blatan

the intercom button, calling

. She reported that Mrs. Lambert had left late

"Cancel every single supplementary credit card under

lently yanked his silk tie loose

, Cassidy slowly opened her

blinds, casting harsh lines across her fac

n suitcase on the floor an

she pulled out the s

den workbench and set it down. She stood

s. It was the physical anchor of her entire delusional marri

ed her fingertips agains

stomach viole

She gripped the porcelain edges until her knuckles turned whi

d hot, stinging tears to

o her face, and stared at her dripping reflection in

awer, pulled out a steel screwdriver, and pointed

tear this piece

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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."”