Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 8

Word Count: 902 | Released on: 06/07/2026

show up at the company today? You were supposed to hand over the Biomedi

had vanished, then down at her daughter, safe in her ar

I didn't go to the handover because there is nothing to

ing about?" he dem

nality. "That document is my final 'handover'. You can keep your first love,

art surprisingly calm. The finality of her words hung in the air, s

of the townhouse, Brody stared

e Agre

ancial audits. It was ridiculous. He tossed the paper back onto the table. It w

e for your childish games. Be at the office tomorrow at 9 AM f

ched her lips. She would go. Not because he ordered he

a walked into the Carli

ment to the family's power. Alisha walked through the revolving doors, her head held h

harp tailoring a stark contrast to the somber black of the funeral.

smantled. Boxes were stacked in a c

rang. It

ient. "Celestia is waiting. Just get the hando

voice flat. She hung up bef

vements efficient. But her mind was elsewhere. Her gaze

that screamed for attention. She was the new queen surveying her conquered

e. "8:58 AM. Barely making it on time, Alisha? Or were you

ied coldly, placing an empty cardboard box

ypted servers and handed

quarters," she said, her tone crisp and professional. "The digital copies have been sent to the b

s fiery entrance. The taunts she had prepared died on her lips.

I assumed it was mostly simple administrative work." She was trying to d

search grants and coordinates with several hundred researchers globally. If you find it too complex, I'm sure

e hadn't prepared her for this. She was out of her depth, and Alisha

more than capable. Unlike some people who jus

le word of the technical jargon, but she refused to look incompetent. "These are outdated metrics. Once I f

rogance of this woman was almost comical.

rling into a mocking smirk. "I h

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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."”