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The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 931    |    Released on: Today at 14:23

nne

unnaturally clear. I placed the signed divorce agreem

own outfits, my laptop, and my personal effects.

lawyer: I signed.

rack and stood there for a long time, watching the gentle rise and fall of her

ng home from a home game win, still in his half-gear, smelling like ice and sweat, lifting her up so hig

s all

, but I knew I couldn't turn b

he'd worked for the Carlisle family for decades, had watch

I prepare breakfast for you?" she as

er the envelope. "Please make sure Blak

fusion as she glanced from the envelope to the suitca

I said calmly, offering no further ex

idn't press. "Very good, ma'am. I'll l

d "home" for five years. Then, without a shre

ion in the mirrored walls. I looked pale, but

flight to Boston. As the plane lifted off, I watched the New Y

, Mrs.

ke

orning. A few drinks with Dayna and so

. I didn't think much of it, heading straight for t

h a call, nagging me about a commercia

ind Mrs. Hayes tidying the li

bed my temples.

iness and would be there for a while," Mrs. Hayes reported. Then she ha

ss. I figured it was a shopping list or so

rang. It was Dayna. Her voice was sweet

perfect. Though TMZ already got us. 'Family dinner with rumor

just d

break down your PK. My producer wants me to say you looked soft la

wasn'

e in Boston, you know that. You were thinking about some

on't worry, I'll tell them you were saving all your intensity for where it counts. You alway

not. I'll

velope. I tossed it onto the console table by t

" she said, soft.

ed the manila envelope on the console table as my eyes swept past it - my mind was already on the ice,

at the console. "Sir, the envelope on the ta

oss it or keep it wherever, I don't c

y keys and

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The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback
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“I flew cross-country for my birthday, hoping for just one night of warmth with my husband and five-year-old daughter. But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator. My daughter shrank away from my open arms. "Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!" My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday. He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team. Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant. The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was. My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke. I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit. Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston. From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back.”