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His Unwanted Wife, The Nation's Hero

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 706 | Released on: 22/03/2026

walked into the glass-wa

black blazer and trousers

kly. "Mrs. Hudson, you can't g

onist a look so cold and piercing that the woman

stepped into the elevator, and

glass doors of the CEO's

massive oak desk, reviewing

urrowing in irritation.

led a thick manila envelope from her bag a

made Jac

illa demanded,

printed on the top page. Petit

ntly. The muscles in hi

Is this your little game? Playing

said, crossing her arms. "I want yo

nt. His eyes scanned the fir

. "You want half of

l assets," Cilla

yelled, slamming his hand on the desk.

'contributions' behind the scenes, Hudson Tech wouldn't have even secured its first round of funding. You'd better pr

glorified technician. You sit in a lab and type code. You th

guing. His arrogance w

ce. Or my lawyers wi

He stood up and walked around the de

nacing whisper. "If you leave me, you will hav

her chin up, staring directly int

nce in her eyes. H

her cheek. "Come on, Cilla. Stop this nonsense. Just

he slapped his hand away so har

ouch me again

twisted in

gripped them in both hands, and ripped the

n halves into th

his chest heaving. "I will drag this ou

them up. My lawyer

e door cl

holding two cups

Her eyes widened, and she bit her low

nterrupt something?"

yn, wrapping a protective arm around

perfume hit Cilla's nose, ma

two of them. They

nd walked to

elivered to your house," Cil

tanding in his office with a v

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“On our wedding anniversary, I came home to find my husband, Jace, celebrating with another woman in our living room. She was wearing my mother's necklace-the only thing recovered from the explosion that killed my parents. Jace laughed, calling it a "cheap piece of junk," and tried to write me a check to buy a new one. His family called my parents' ashes "garbage" and "unsanitary." When I confronted them, Jace sided with his mother, ordering me out of the penthouse I secretly owned. He let his friends publicly humiliate me, calling me a gold-digging leech with no background. But that wasn't the worst of it. When a gunman stormed the restaurant we were in, Jace shoved me directly into the line of fire to shield his mistress. The shotgun blast tore through my arm. As I lay bleeding on the marble floor, I stared at the man who had just used me as a human shield, his face pale with terror as he protected her. In that instant, every ounce of love I ever had for him died. The pain in my arm was nothing compared to the cold, hollow void that consumed my heart. He thought he was sacrificing a quiet, useless wife to secure his future. He had no idea he had just declared war on Captain Cilla Henson, West Point valedictorian and the most lethal operator of the Eagle Task Force.”