Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 4

Word Count: 839 | Released on: 06/07/2026

edroom. He was wearing a diffe

er asking who had

rogant authority. As he got closer, a faint, unfam

rned with disgust. S

the official notice of transfer. As of Monday, Celestia will be taking over all responsibilities for the biomedical division," he state

ha f

and Roman families have formed a strategic partnership. To show my sincerity, I'm handing the

ussion. It was a

ails digging into her palms. A wave of

how much blood and sweat I poured into that division? I led that team through countless sleepless night

ve, this was him taking her severed heart and stomping it into the dirt

s yielding her life's work. The only thing l

red-rimmed eyes turning dangero

a di

ntence. Brody interrupted her,

ndescension. "You've been distracted by work, and you haven't been taking proper care of Zoe. That's why she isn't get

y own

aughable, hypocritical thing she had ever heard. He was clearing t

time to calm down and reflect," Brody s

osing the heavy oak door behind her. She leaned against it, the cool wood a comfort against her back

laptop was still open from the night be

"Divorce Agreement

an to fly acros

ysical custody of our

ll marital assets, with specific focus on the Carlisle

e to be signed over to Alisha Ha

ame with swift,

he signed agreement right on the nightstand,

her daughter, waiting for Brody to come o

m the hallway. He was on the phone. His tone was incr

n the stairs, followed by the sound of the fr

edroom. The divorce agreement sat on

't even

face. For a second, she wanted to call him and s

e handled face-to-face. If he didn't s

and resolute. It didn't matter when he saw it.

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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

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“"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."”