His Fake Wife Is A Genius Hacker

Chapter 8 No.8

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dark wood, leather-bound books, and the faint scent of his col

re powerful than the laptop I used for browsing recipes.

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in MIT's computer science program. My specialty was cybersecurity and da

way my skills, my ambition, my very identity, and stored th

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ill there, buried but not gone. The old pathways in my brain lit up. The cod

wrote a custom script to bypass my phone's security protocols,

the screen filled with cascading lines of data. I was no longer a v

outside the window slowly softened t

avily encrypted backup file had been e

breath and began th

yss of my husband's depravity. It wasn't just one mes

as me, had declined countless invitations from my brother. He'

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rried woman now. I

ed distant, asking if I was happy. He had even gone through my photo gallery and deleted every pictu

me feel sick. The man I had married, the man I had loved, had been meticulously gro

stance. It was a construction

onto a secure, enc

ting the dust motes dancing in the air. I hadn't slept, bu

en burned away. In their place, a c

But he had only succeeded in resurr

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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.”