The Unwanted Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Chapter 8

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"Kate" P

e, clearly expecting me to burst into tears, scream about

nuinely amused laugh that echo

sly, her aristocratic composure slipping instantly. "This is a hundred million d

bring the cashier's check and the final divorce agreement to my friend's apartment at exactly ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Make sure Emerson's s

actly how much they love each other when Hayes Tec

tricks," Carol warned darkly

friend, Lana Sterling, who ran her own high-end PR

ng five sec

voice boomed through the speaker. "Get your ass o

own the stairs and walked out

ng room of Lana's penthouse apartment. Lana stood behind my sofa wearing a burgundy s

ipped to the last page. Emerson Hayes's signature was scrawled at th

d-million-dollar cashier's check, tucked it into my purse

hut behind the lawyer, Lana t

m! Put your coat on-we're going

enue. While Lana was holding up a cocktail dress for me near the rac

ierce, one of Emerson's closest college friends. "I heard that woman

"We all knew Kate came from nowhere. A total

her hands balling into fists. I touched her wrist to stop her

nd, his face dark and brooding. He had heard every word his frien

ss his face. "Well, well, if it isn't the former Mr

ngers tightening around his whi

slapped my store order slip down

llion dollars takes some s

ropped. "A hu

t alimony. Your mother paid me a hundred million just to buy you peace and quiet for

ze Kensington walked into the VIP lounge holding the arm of an older m

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Gui Chen Romance

“For three years, I played the docile, uneducated orphan wife to tech CEO Emerson Hayes, swallowing his family's daily insults and his blatant obsession with his childhood sweetheart. Everything shattered the day I brought home the ashes of my parents-military heroes who died for this country. My mother-in-law called them "dead garbage" and physically attacked me to throw their flag-draped urns out of the house. When the heavy wooden urn was ripped from my arms and slammed into my ribs, Emerson didn't help me. He just coldly ordered me to take those "things" outside so I wouldn't upset his mother. Later, when a sudden shooting broke out at a boutique, Emerson lunged toward me. I thought he was trying to save me. Instead, he shoved me hard toward the shattering glass, using my body as a human shield so he could dive and protect his sweetheart. As I fell backward toward the bullets, the last shred of my love turned to dust. I had hidden my true identity as a top MIT genius and endured this hell just to keep the peace. How could I sacrifice so much for a coward who treated my life and my parents' blood like worthless trash? But I didn't hit the glass. A ruthless billionaire pulled me into his arms, shielding me with his own body. I survived, took his mother's hundred-million-dollar buyout, and signed the divorce papers. "I think your mother overpaid," I smiled at my shocked ex-husband. "You aren't worth half that."”