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His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius Architect

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 893    |    Released on: Today at 10:11

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hallway, sharp and heavy

, then to the ashen face of Dr. Smith. The pieces clicked into place with an audible snap in the suffocating s

g, gathered in his eyes. But for the

anding on Dr. Smith with t

the single word more

ford... I... there seems to have been a... a m

"See to it he never practices medicine in this state, or any other, again. And I want our legal

out, and he slid down

woman on the bed. All the tenderness was

his expensive trousers. The tears were real this time, tears of pure terror. "Ethan, listen to me! I was

lame, to play the confus

shing you? You let me believe she tried to kill you, while s

d, her voice desperate. "I was so afraid of losing you! And... and your moth

expression flicker. For a second, I saw a crack in his resolve. But then it hardened into something

debt is paid," he said, his voice final. "I will see to it that you are provide

Swiftly. Brutally. The

inally, he

before: guilt. Raw, profound, and unsettling. He looked lost. For the first

reached for my wounded arm, his hand s

as an idiot. A blind fool. Let's get you taken care of. A pro

moved to

ack as if fr

fro

bled my world in the span of an hour. And I felt nothing. No ha

d his words softly. It was a

nk you,"

ned my ba

ffling step at a time, toward the exit. T

head was high. There was

ntered his voice that I'd never heard befor

, grabbing my goo

around. I didn

ree-carat pink diamond he'd given me felt like a shackle. It had once been my most t

ly, I worked the r

was smooth.

d my hand and

e sound sharp and piercingly loud in the silent hallway, before roll

And I delivered

t a di

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His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius Architect
His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius Architect
“When the mall ceiling collapsed, I was pinned under a massive concrete slab, my leg crushed. My husband of three years didn't even glance at me. He ran right past my bloody, outstretched hand to carry his mistress to safety. I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, covered in bruises, he wasn't there to comfort me. Instead, his chief of surgery walked in with a consent form my husband had already signed on my behalf. His mistress had faked acute kidney failure, and my husband ordered them to harvest my kidney to save her. "You owe her this." He snarled at me, fully believing her lie that I had pushed her into the rubble. I had almost died under the concrete calling his name, yet he wanted to strip me for parts just to appease her. Looking at his disgusted face and her smug smile, the three years of quiet, desperate love I had for this man completely turned to ash. I didn't cry or beg. I grabbed her and ripped open her hospital gown, exposing her flawless, unmarred stomach to the entire ward. Then, I dropped my three-carat wedding ring at his feet. "I want a divorce." This time, I was going to build an empire of my own, and I would make him regret ever throwing me away.”