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His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

Lan Zhen
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I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account-I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him.

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Chapter 13
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Chapter 1

I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean.

But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh.

When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money.

"You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success.

The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand.

As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring.

He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back.

In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born.

He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly.

He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect.

Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account-I owned the code.

I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer.

I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer.

I wasn't going to just leave him.

I was going to delete him.

Chapter 1

Eliana POV:

I placed the espresso on the desk where my husband ordered executions, my gaze snagging instantly on a bottle of cheap, bubblegum pink nail polish sitting next to the encrypted hard drive I had spent three years coding.

It sat there like a neon sign in a graveyard.

Dustin did not look up.

He was typing on the keyboard I had secured with military-grade firewalls, his eyes scanning the money laundering streams I had designed to look indistinguishable from legitimate tech investments.

I stared at the polish.

It was the kind a teenager would buy at a drugstore.

Next to it lay a bracelet made of shark teeth on a hemp string.

These were trashy artifacts invading the sanctity of the empire I had built.

"Here is your coffee, Dustin."

He waved a hand at me without turning his head.

"Put it down and go check the roast, Eliana. I have a meeting with the Commission in an hour."

His voice was dismissive.

He spoke to me the way one speaks to a slow servant.

I looked at his broad shoulders, the custom suit that cost more than my father's first car, and the gun holster strapped under his arm.

He was a Capo.

He was a king in this city only because I had built him a castle he could not lose.

Fifteen years ago, I sold my vintage Nikon cameras to fund his first front company.

I had traded my art for his ambition.

I looked at the pink bottle one last time before turning to walk out of the office.

The kitchen smelled of burnt rosemary.

The roast was dry.

It was a perfect metaphor for my life.

I had spent five hours marinating a piece of meat for a man who would likely eat it while scrolling through his phone.

My phone buzzed in my apron pocket.

It was a text from an unknown number.

I wiped my hands on the linen cloth and unlocked the screen.

It was a photo.

The image was slightly blurry, taken in low light, but the subject was unmistakable.

It was a man's hand resting possessively on a woman's bare, tanned thigh.

I knew that hand.

I knew the scar on the knuckle from a knife fight in his twenties.

But mostly, I knew the watch.

It was a Patek Philippe.

I had saved for three years to buy him that watch for our tenth anniversary.

I felt a cold sensation spread from my chest to my fingertips.

It was not heartbreak.

It was the sudden, clinical realization that I had been a fool.

I walked back toward the office.

I could hear Dustin laughing.

It was a sound I had not heard directed at me in years.

"You saved the day, baby," he said into the phone. "That little tip about the port authority was gold."

He paused.

"I will see you tonight. Wear the white thing."

He hung up as I stepped into the doorway.

He looked at me, his face instantly hardening into a mask of annoyance.

"What is it now, Eliana?"

I looked at the calendar on the wall behind him.

"Today is my birthday, Dustin."

He blinked.

For a second, there was a flicker of something in his eyes.

Maybe it was guilt.

Maybe it was just the inconvenience of having forgotten an obligation.

He stood up and grabbed his car keys.

He scooped up the shark-tooth bracelet and shoved it into his pocket.

"Right. Happy birthday. Look, the meeting got moved up. I have to go meet the crew."

He was lying.

He was a bad liar because he never thought he needed to be good at it with me.

He thought I was just the furniture.

"I am not going to be home for dinner," he said, walking past me without touching me. "Do not wait up."

He was going to celebrate.

Just not with me.

I listened to the front door slam shut.

I walked back to the kitchen.

I opened the trash can and dumped the dry roast inside.

Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test I had bought that morning.

It was still in the box.

Unused.

I dropped it on top of the meat.

My mind shifted gears.

I was no longer the wife worrying about a dry roast.

I was the architect inspecting a crumbling foundation.

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