His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Perfumer

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Word Count: 704 | Released on: 03/04/2026

ply against the marble, her

shoulders blocking the hallway light. Rain dripped from his hair and pooled around his shoes. He did no

alfway on her lip

hs of longing and emptiness collapsing into that singl

d slightly, dod

y air. He stepped around her and into the apartment, leaving a trail of wet foot

said softly to hi

ercoat and tossed it carelessly onto an antique armchair. The wet thud of the fabric carried suc

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ightly into her palm until her nails dug crescent marks into her skin. She watched him walk toward t

had learned to speak to him when he came home tense from board meetings. "T

The open wine bottle. The wine stain on her dress

pain, might have been memory. Then it was gone, replaced by the cold, sharp mask she

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l she could barely speak. "I wa

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r liquid and drank it down in one swallow. His hand was perfectly steady. Everything about him was contro

n, there was something else-a fragrance that made the old her, the woman who

f a niche Parisian perfume house, the kind

turned, his gray-green eyes-the color of the winter Atlantic-sweepin

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ated it. "Three months of nothing, and you

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e cut her off lightly, as if her wo

ck until her spine

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her will. Through her blurred vision, she searched for the man who had onc

see the tension in the fabric, the tigh

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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Perfumer

Jun Wen Romance

“For three years, Breanna gave up her brilliant career as a top-tier perfumer to be the perfect housewife for her billionaire husband, Hartwell. But when he finally returned from a three-month business trip to Paris, he didn't even glance at the dinner she had carefully prepared. Instead, he threw a divorce agreement on the table. He gave her thirty days to move out and offered a ridiculously low settlement. When she cried and asked if there was someone else, he looked at her with absolute disgust. "You used to smell like ambition and possibility. Now you smell like cooking oil and the desperation of a woman who has nothing outside her husband. You're a trap." He threatened to bury her in legal fees if she didn't sign. Heartbroken and confused, Breanna forced his assistant to reveal what really happened in Paris. The truth was humiliating. Hartwell had been spending all his time with a twenty-six-year-old genius perfumer-a girl who was the exact mirror image of who Breanna used to be before she sacrificed everything for him. He didn't just want a new woman. He wanted a younger, untainted replacement of her past self. Wiping away her tears, Breanna's grief instantly hardened into cold, calculated rage. She tore up his insulting settlement and prepared to fight back, completely unaware that her cruel husband was currently hiding in a hotel room, coughing up blood, deliberately playing the villain to force her to survive his impending death.”