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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Author: Snootie
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: 06/07/2026

st stupid? No wonder D

love's son pointed at my traumatized three

paralyzed legs I had just spent three years curing-stormed

a seven-year-old maliciously curse a

ying the perfect victim, while his entire eli

s, I finally realized that my three years of blood and s

cal division I had spent five years building to his

th sickening self-righteousness. "You are failing

r to declare me "mentally unstable" just

upt doctor on the spot and locked down all the encrypted core data, leaving his

dly pointed at the nightstand: "The signed divorce paper

Ninth"-the legendary, untouchable specialist who had just miraculously saved

been approved. I a

ong them were political elites, business tycoons, and a swarm of media. Camera flashes flic

s stunning next to Mr. Carlisle, and the littl

sentable, but clearly, those were lies. Mr. Carlisle is just hiding his tr

alite corrected with a soft scoff. "The

t, w

s first love. She comes from old money, went abroad a few y

d lady's favor to force Brody's hand, ruining his relationship wi

rced her way in? No wonder she's be

grandmother-in-law, but the hushed whispers pierce

n and mockery from the crowd. Her face paled instantly as

overcoat. He exuded a freezing, unapproachable aura. His handsome fa

melt the ice in his demeanor, replaci

Mrs. Carlisle's portrait. Throughout the entire process, he didn't eve

te flooded A

s ago, Brody was in a severe car accident that left his legs temporarily paralyzed. He beca

very, pulling him out of the darkness. And und

old, it was the first time Alisha

g epiphany, Celestia finished her condo

n for his actual wife. He walked over to Alisha

devoid of any emotion. "Keep Zoe out of sight and behave yourself.

der, but more

der for another woman. Now, looking at Alish

the man she had loved for years. The last, stubborn thread of hop

t she swallowed them down. The love wa

ed her well, and Alisha wanted the old lady to r

her expression turning as cold as his. She took Zoe's hand a

crossing his face. But he didn't care enough to dwell on it. H

lled out his personal handkerchief and handed it to her. In the middle of a

c couple, no one noticed that the little boy who

ridors, making his way t

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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret
Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret
“"Are you a mute? Or just stupid? No wonder Daddy Brody hates you!" At the family funeral, my husband's first love's son pointed at my traumatized three-year-old daughter, cursing her viciously. When I furiously tried to protect my child, my husband-whose paralyzed legs I had just spent three years curing-stormed in and shielded them. He glared at me with absolute disgust: "Stop your pathetic lies! Why would a seven-year-old maliciously curse at her?! Must you embarrass us today?" His first love stood there with red eyes, playing the perfect victim, while his entire elite family scolded me for being "unpresentable." Watching him tenderly hand a handkerchief to his mistress, I finally realized that my three years of blood and sweat to pull him out of the abyss was nothing but a joke. The next day, he audaciously handed over the biomedical division I had spent five years building to his mistress-a woman who couldn't even read a data chart. "Celestia is more qualified than you," he said with sickening self-righteousness. "You are failing as a mother, so I'm doing this for your own good." He even threatened to use a bribed doctor to declare me "mentally unstable" just to strip away my custody of my daughter! He was certain I would cry and beg like I always did. Instead, I fired his corrupt doctor on the spot and locked down all the encrypted core data, leaving his precious mistress panicking like a complete idiot in front of the blank screens. When he stormed home furiously to demand I fix it, I coldly pointed at the nightstand: "The signed divorce papers are right there. Sign them, and I'll see you in court." Just as he froze in absolute shock, my phone lit up. It was a text from "The Ninth"-the legendary, untouchable specialist who had just miraculously saved my daughter, and the one omnipotent man my husband's billions could never buy. "Your request has been approved. I am waiting for you."”