The Unwanted Wife's Genius Comeback

Chapter 8

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r had called. I picked up, heard only breathing on the other end, then a soft

mater, MIT, for an alumni netwo

eup. Looking at my reflection, I saw a competenc

ntrepreneurs and venture capitalists. I held a glass of champ

usband's shadow. I was Corinne Sargent, an ind

predictive model. I couldn't help myself. I stepped fo

e of them, a young man with an a

me. "She's the smartest mind I know. If she says

looking sharp in a well-cut su

rprise was genu

essed the developers. "Casey Ferguson, Nexus Analytics. And th

om skepticism to awe. Nexus Analytics

gratitude and admonishment.

ss of sparkling water. "Don't drink that stuff. It's bad for yo

t the concern in

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e. "Seriously, Corinne. Come back. Nexus needs you. That core

del I'd created when I was seventeen. It was the bed

inking about it. We'll ta

he said, rais

ege, arguing over data models in the library

event, a familiar

he Boston Bruins and Blake's

crossed his face before he composed it

asked, his voice p

oothly, extending a hand. "Captain Shepherd. Casey

sized "partner" and my n

ack to me, his gaze now holding a new level of curiosity. "Miss

le. "It's a small world, Capta

d clearly recalibrated his perception of

nd Cyrus seemed genuinely surprised

t of the building together. My phone rang. A N

e line. "Corinne? It's Audrey. I need you to co

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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.”