His Fake Wife Is A Genius Hacker

Chapter 5 No.5

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and the antiseptic smell of disinfectant. My fir

flat.

eeper than any physi

in. He had changed out of his scrubs and looked tired, but h

. "The surgery was a success.

one question I needed to ask was lodged i

orry," he said, his voice heavy with a genuine sorrow that Harrison could

e moment I saw the blood. But hearing the wo

he window at the gray, indifferent sky. I felt nothing. It was a

d suffocating. Dr. Lin poured me a glass of wa

s pa

lights began to blur th

purchased from the hospital gift shop. His face was a perf

reaching for my hand. "Ava, honey, how are you?

ne. He hadn't gotten the message. One of the nurses, ignoring my request, had called him as

to miss mine. It was the first time in six y

aced the flowers on the nightstand and continued his performance. "I'm so sorry, Av

nge sense of detachment. It was almost funny. He was

rely angry. He softened his voice, using the pla

s going to be alright. W

ave anoth

t's just a clump of cells.* A replacement co

side me fina

The love was gone. The hurt was gone. All

t it cut through the a

t o

et, accommodating Ava he knew didn't exist anymore. He thought this was just

don't be like this. I know you're upse

y oblivious. He thought he had just lost a "clump of

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His Fake Wife Is A Genius Hacker

Annabell Seto Modern

“I was married to the city's celebrated FBI hero, Harrison Phelps. But when I was bleeding out on our floor from a miscarriage, he stepped right over me to attend a welcome-home party for his female partner, Brooke. "It's not a baby yet. It's just a clump of cells." He delivered those cold words and walked out the door. Later, during a live-broadcast bank hostage crisis, both Brooke and I were held at gunpoint. The hijackers made him choose one to live. Without hesitation, he chose Brooke, declaring her a "national asset," and left me to take a bullet to the neck. I barely survived the surgery, only to discover that our six-year marriage was a complete sham-he had never even legally filed the paperwork. He had also been intercepting my messages for years, systematically isolating me from my only brother. I had given up my brilliant career to be his obedient wife, only to realize I was nothing but a disposable pawn. Digging deeper, I uncovered an even more horrifying truth: Brooke's incompetence had caused my mother's death years ago, and Harrison had used his power to cover it up. Having narrowly escaped death, my grief was completely burned away by a cold, absolute hatred. I dragged out the sealed, dust-covered case containing my old digital arsenal. Under my old hacker alias "Pandora," I calmly began to dismantle the FBI hero's life, piece by piece.”