Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 2

Word Count: 931 | Released on: 06/07/2026

crashed open against the wall, the loud

own silent world. Her little hands clutched a sketchbook, an

seven, with his mother Celestia's platinum hair and a swagger that spoke of unchecked entitlement

with an arrogance he had clearly learned from the adults aroun

assy blue eyes remained fixed on he

twisted maliciously. "No wonder Dad

t out and violently snatched

nds reaching out into the empty air, her mouth opening and closing wit

fierce, protective fire ignited in her chest. Driven by pure mate

a child be so vicious?" Alisha sc

He lifted his chin defiantly. "Did I sa

d by a child. Fearing Zoe would be further traumatized by his toxic words, s

hbook and erupted into a theatrical, ear-piercing wai

n of the media hovering near the main hall. A few reporters rushed o

to the room and slamming the door shut with a reso

as B

barked, "Alisha, what the hell are you doing?! Layi

se! He was viciously cursing at Z

eezing blade. "Leo just returned from abroad. He met Zoe for the

" Alisha tri

cket of freezing water poured over her head. Her eye

will never

zero abyss. She turned her back on him and knel

of the Carlisle family

ust. "Alisha, must you cause a scene on the day of all days? Can'

re unbelievable, Alisha. Leo is Celestia's son. Who gave you the right to blindly accuse him? I think y

he entire Carlisle family, a sharp,

erson believed

thank the guests soon. Do not embarrass me any fur

and's eyes. A slow, bitterly sarca

d with ice. "Has anyone in this room ever treated me as family? Oth

ee years of unrequited love. "Another woman's child just brutally bullied your own daughter, yet you b

g desolation. This place, this family...

As her hand grasped the doorknob, she paused and

u will pay

ashing lights of the cameras. Her spine was straight, her head held high

that naive

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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Snootie Modern

“"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."”