The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback

Chapter 7

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eeks. Daddy said she has very

o eat snacks. No Mommy to make me go to bed ear

I kind of

oking at her phone. And her perfume is too stro

soap and warm skin and the blanket from my bed. When I hug her, she doe

anymore. Daddy just gives me the i

use. I heard him say, "Blake, away game

at's where

, pulling his hand. "Daddy, I want to

oked tired. "I'm going for

o go!" I star

ddy always says yes. Daddy sighed and gave in

d down. Yay! I

phone from the nightstand.

the way he doesn't laugh with Mommy. I didn't understand what they were saying. Something ab

time, then finally pr

hen I thought no one would answ

little stra

didn't mean it. But my mouth wouldn't open. What if she was still mad? What if she

heart was beating so fast. I couldn't sa

he blanket wasn't scary. It just felt quiet. Like the apartment after Mommy left. I whispered to myself under the bla

ep next to me with his headphones on. I thought: maybe when I see Mommy, I'll hug her and she'll say, "Lily, I misse

Corinne. I'll admit, it was getting

is would make me give in? The word

ome to Boston, I was about to say no, but the

o straight to the Sargent family estate and bring C

nt book two flig

t she might not be at her family

left, Dayna came

eautiful there," she said, straightening my tie with an air o

btle step back to break the contact. For some reas

fore she recovered. "Well, have a grea

I saw my own phone light up on the nightsta

arded the plane to

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The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback

Gertrude Modern

“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.”