The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire

Chapter 4

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ports car faded into t

ng windows. I yanked the heavy blackout cur

y handbag, I pulled out a thick, unm

entering a dynamic, rotating passco

against the Lake Michigan shore filled my ear,

eet five-year-ol

built around my heart cracked. A sharp ache seize

d, forcing my voice to stay ste

perceptive. "You sound sad, Mama." A loud kissi

too, baby,"

go look at the stars through the telesco

tantly. "What happen

e down with Darrel today and the arrogan

ge hissed. "Thank god we hid Eliza.

t," I said. "Is the

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iped the moistu

are-foot master closet. I hit the switch. A massive crystal chandelie

silk gown-Darrel's favorite

ses, skirts, and blouses off their velvet han

nst the hardwood. The closet looke

nylon suitcase. Unzipping it, I threw in three pairs of faded s

encrypted solid-state module. I carefully slid the biometric-locked hardware into the hidden, padded lining of my suitcase. That tiny piece of

ll. Seven years of marriage, and th

n. My long, perfectly styled dark hair hung down my back-exa

I pulled out a pair

a fistful of hair at the nape of my

r fell onto the pristin

new, jagged bob

ement ring off my finger and tos

oor with a sharp clink a

my suitcase and walked o

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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.”