His Fake Wife Is A Genius Hacker

Chapter 7 No.7

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I refused the driver the Phelps family sent and called

sing in on me from all sides. It felt col

ted as a nursery. The door was closed

against the wall. I made my way to the bedroom and collapsed onto

eone. I need

ed Dustin's number, my heart

il. It rang once, then the call en

in would never do that. We had been each

result. The call was

pine. I switched to my messaging app, my thumb h

's when

our old messages, was a blue bubble. A message I had ne

don't talk for a while. Harri

an cold. I read the words again a

would never, ever sa

topped calling. Why he was hanging up on me now. He thought I had chosen my

his? The answer was i

d the access and t

t not love me. He was actively, maliciously working to isolate me from the on

brother and me, which I had attributed to his demanding job at the DEA. The unanswere

. Harrison hadn't just built me a cage; he had systemati

tic message. *Dustin, that wasn't me!

exclamation point appea

end. You have been b

ther had b

y last refuge, my only support. He had made me an

cold frame. The fear was different this time. It wasn't t

has just realized her jailer has n

g else began to stir in the ashes

had broken me.

ow everything.

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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.”