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The Discarded Wife's Genius Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 533    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

designed molecule model. It wasn'

agent. I' d shown it to Mark, excited, full of hope. He' d d

a' s celebration, presented as a joint

d clear, cut through

le," I said, my voice quiet bu

ridiculous, Sarah. It's just

ago," I pressed. "You

pped venom. "Always so jealous, Sarah.

ne like ice. "You're ungratefu

Never for me. They knew I wa

ospital mix-up. It hadn't changed a thing. Cassandra was the daughter th

es to mine. He tugged on Cassandra' s ha

. Mommy. He was calling Cassan

Something ins

No scene. No shouting. Just a quiet depar

briefly. Dropped him flat when his first big academic

ad been the seed money for GenLife. I' d asked Mark to keep it quiet. I

rawn to the scent of his new success with GenLife, he seemed to c

to downplay it, to hims

old, alien. Ben wouldn' t look at me, wouldn' t speak. He went st

e living room, star

, his voice laced with the familiar ir

heart strangely calm. "

ramatic, Sarah. You're just upset. You'll get over it." He

endent means. He had forgotten who I was

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The Discarded Wife's Genius Comeback
The Discarded Wife's Genius Comeback
“Eight years of my life, my brilliance, my family inheritance-all poured into Mark' s biotech startup, GenLife. I was the unsung architect, coding his prototypes late into the night, nursing his dying mother, while my own career gathered dust. When GenLife finally soared, Mark was captivated by Cassandra, his self-proclaimed muse and my own biological parents' golden child. Then, gravely ill with pneumonia and desperate, I tried to reach him to pick up our son, Ben. Instead of my husband, I found an Instagram story: Mark, Ben, and the Winthrops-my birth parents-toasting Cassandra' s lavish 'surprise promotion.' The centerpiece? A cake featuring my revolutionary molecule design, dismissed by Mark years ago as "too theoretical," now proudly presented as her intellectual triumph. Standing right there, in front of everyone, our son called Cassandra "Mommy" while his father looked on, unbothered. The raw betrayal, the audacity of parading my stolen work and my own child' s shifted affection, was a physical shock that cut through my fever. How could the man I loved, the family I sacrificed everything for, erase my existence so thoroughly, so publicly? They believed they had broken me, reduced me to nothing. But as I walked out of that opulent restaurant, leaving their celebration behind, a quiet, icy clarity settled in: a phoenix doesn't rise from ashes without first burning down the old world. This was my turning point. This was the moment I chose to reclaim my name, my work, and my future, on my own terms.”
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