His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius Architect

Chapter 4

Word Count: 621 | Released on: 20/07/2026

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ooked around the space. For the first time

t-shirt and jeans, feeling as if she had washed aw

r labeled "Aurora Design Studio," filled with ye

e buzzed. A tex

e whenever you are. You sure

g across the screen."Positive. I want nothing

ot once stepping outside. She ignored the barrage

a lounge she used to like, a place called The Aviary. It was on the top floor of

, ordered an Old Fashioned, and savor

ce. She glanced up casuall

Amber were

was clinging to his arm, her face glowing with a hap

menu. Her heart wasn't breaking anymore; it was just a dull

ar from her, separated by a glass part

ed was to pa

aw Julian reach into his suit jacket. He plac

She recognized it instantly. It was

th what looked like tears of joy. She reached for the box, then p

cross the table toward Amber. His face was

antage point, i

n, a cold formality with no ring, no romanc

ny was

w to be romantic.

She felt nothing for him now. Not even

phone and sent a

them

ble, stood up, and walked toward

hear Amber's coy voice. "Julian, th

smile touched

ce, clearing her head. She took out he

I'm back. Let's get Au

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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Genius Architect

Bai Bian Modern

“For a whole year, I played the perfect, quiet wife to Julian Carlisle, a billionaire CEO who treated our marriage like a cold business deal. On our first anniversary, which was also my birthday, I went to his hotel suite to surprise him. Instead, I found him tenderly fastening a diamond necklace around the neck of my stepsister, Amber. "Will your wife be angry?" she asked with a smug smile. "She won't know. Don't mention her," Julian replied coldly. I finally realized his emotional distance wasn't because he was a private man. He just never wanted me. While I was trying to build a life with him, he had secretly moved Amber into the penthouse right across the hall from our marital home. He paraded her around, giving her the romance and tenderness he completely denied me. I had buried my award-winning architectural career and my entire identity just to play the role of his obedient wife. I felt completely ridiculous for ever believing my sincerity could warm his heart. The ultimate betrayal and public humiliation twisted my heartbreak into a cold, hard rage. I left my five-carat wedding ring on the table, packed only the cheap clothes I came with, and filed for a no-alimony divorce. The identity of "Mrs. Carlisle" died that night. I am taking back my real name, rebuilding my empire, and making sure he regrets the day he ever underestimated me.”