The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire

Chapter 2

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suits swarmed the e

nit. They violently yanked the privacy curtains shut a

into my path. He reached out to snatc

swift s

aton from his belt. Behind the counter, the hea

stared dead into t

medical record is a federal offense," I

ed out. He waved the bodyguard away and marche

eating profusely in his tailored suit. He bowed his

, Aurora. Now," th

ip from the plastic board. I watched th

out a leather-bound checkbook and a gold fountain pen. H

k down on the nurse

rrel said, his voice a low, danger

the linoleum floor. I looked down at the paper. A bi

wheeled Jayme out on a transport bed. Her

locked perfectly onto me. A weak, highl

. I looked at Jayme the same way I

ed over the transport bed, his large hand gently

ed toward the VIP exit. Dar

ors, Darrel threw one last warning glare o

night. The ER was suffocatingly quiet. The direc

opped up beside me. Her eye

ark? That girl must be his absolute soulmate. They

ed-thousand-dollar check, crumplin

ed my voice, adopting a dee

ly. "The man suffers from severe

r hands flying to

ly deadpan, "were caused by illegal, oversize

d. The romantic illusion shattered instant

"Patient confidentiality,

ning, the rumor of Darrel Stark's impotence would be the absolute hottest topic of go

shoved the crumpled check int

ly, chewing the paper in

the hospital doors. The freezing Chicago wind hit my face, and

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The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire

Abel Dean Modern

“For seven years, I played the perfect, invisible wife in a contract marriage with Darrel Stark, the famous hockey captain. That illusion shattered the night he rushed his brother's fiancée to the ER for a "pregnancy scare." Instead of explaining, my husband demanded I release a public statement to cover up their affair. When I refused and handed him my divorce notice, his family retaliated by trying to forcibly move his mistress into my home. The final straw came at an exclusive VIP dinner. His mistress faked a trip, sending a tray of scalding soup flying toward us. Darrel instantly lunged to shield her with his body, leaving me to get burned by the splashing liquid. While she squeezed out fake tears about "losing her baby" from the shock, Darrel and his friends aggressively cornered me. "Apologize to her," Darrel demanded, his eyes full of pure hatred. I stared at the man I had secretly loved for seven years. He treated my pain as absolutely nothing and a liar's tears as gospel. How could he be so blindly devoted to a manipulative mistress while treating his legal wife like disposable garbage? He didn't even know I had secretly given birth to our daughter five years ago. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I just laughed. Right in front of his elite inner circle, I shredded our marriage contract into pieces and mercilessly exposed her fake pregnancy stunt. It was time to stop playing the pathetic wife, leave this toxic family, and return to my true, powerful identity.”