MR LU BIGSHOT WIFE IS A MYSTERY

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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B City.

The man's hand never let go as they walked out of the civil affairs office.

Mo Nuan looked at the marriage certificate with their photos on it, still feeling it was unreal, like a dream.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. "Mr. Lu, you're not divorced, are you? Or do you have some hidden illness?"

Given his incredible looks, women would surely flock to him.

She really couldn't understand why he was still unmarried in his early thirties and why he chose her, an ordinary woman. It didn't make sense.

Lu Chen paused, pursing his lips. "Isn't it a bit late to be thinking about that? Your name is already in my spouse column. Do you want to be a divorced woman?"

Mo Nuan had done the most unbelievable thing in her life, and now her whole body was tense, her mind in a fog, unable to think clearly.

Hearing his answer, she nearly choked.

Impulsiveness is the devil. She must have lost her mind today to inexplicably get a marriage certificate with a man she had known for less than a day!

However, on the path she chose, she had to walk, even if on her knees.

As if seeing through her worries, Lu Chen said, "Mrs. Lu, put away those wild thoughts and worries. I won't engage in domestic violence, I won't have affairs, and I'm not divorced. As for the hidden illness, I don't mind proving it with actions in the future."

Mo Nuan's face turned red. This man really knew how to be righteously shameless!

Wait a minute.

"What did you just call me?" She seemed to have heard "Mrs. Lu" just now.

"Mrs. Lu. Did I call you wrong?" The corners of the man's mouth lifted slightly.

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