His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Genius

Chapter 8

Word Count: 784 | Released on: 22/06/2026

dessert plates, the front door of the

idn't see them at first. But Britany did. Her face l

t, waving a delicate ha

y moved from Britany's smiling face to Cecelia's impassive one. He excused himself from his bu

asked, his voice tight. He looked

for the other night," she said, her voice a perfect blend of sweetne

ty chair at their table

, his long legs brushing against Cecel

e sighed dramatically, her expression morphing into one

id, her voice soft with pity. "But she's so strong and capable. I kno

from Britany to Cecelia, his gaze

my god. You didn't know?" She looked at Cecelia, her eyes wide with feigned apology

pped in silk, dropping the bomb in the m

ing behind a stark, angry pallor. He stared at Cecelia, h

out a thing, Cecelia. I know so many wonderful, eligible men. We'll find you someone in no time. In fa

of her husband. The humiliation was absolute. It was a physic

ace. Beneath the table, her hands clenched

e them the satisfacti

t the screen as if she'd just recei

culously steady. "I have an urgent meeting back at t

t, her steps even. She didn't run. She retre

he took a deep, shuddering breath, fighting back the

er, was seared into her mind. She knew what he was thinking. That she ha

unfamiliar panic churning in his gut. He ended his own lunch abruptly. The first thin

"Mrs. Carlyle-Spencer has no meetin

e. A sick, twisted game to make him feel... what? Guilty? Jealous? He didn

y budgets. It had to do with finalizing the transfer of her personal assets, seve

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His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Genius

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“For three years, I played the perfect, obedient wife to the Carlyle-Spencer family, enduring my mother-in-law's icy commands to clean up my husband's messes. But when I went to a high-end bar to bring him home, I found him intimately laughing with Britany, the sister of his deceased first love. She was even wearing a replica of her sister's famous diamond necklace, a blatant provocation aimed right at me. Instead of feeling guilty, my husband looked at me with pure disgust. "Who the hell told you to come here? Don't make a scene." He whispered those venomous words before turning his back on me to escort her home, leaving me to be publicly mocked as the discarded wife. When I calmly handed him a divorce agreement, he laughed in my face. He set an impossible condition, demanding I get both our traditional grandfathers to sign off on it, thinking I was just a desperate woman playing a game. His mother even locked us in the master suite, demanding I provide the family with an heir to fix the scandal. They all thought I was a nobody clinging to their wealth, a fragile doll they could manipulate, trap, and humiliate at will. They didn't know my grandfather had hidden a secret clause in our prenup. Because of Julian's emotional infidelity, I had the right to unilaterally dissolve the marriage and take back my massive dowry with interest. I calmly packed up my hidden Stanford robotics PhD research and prepared to leave this gilded cage, ready to watch his arrogant world crumble.”