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."”