His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Perfumer

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 721 | Released on: 03/04/2026

bindings and old paper, the

brass handle. He sat behind the mahogany desk in near-darkness, a single banker

ather

slid it across the desk. The paper scraped against wood, a sound

it. Her fingers tw

"Hartwell, please. If it's the company, if you're in tro

scension. "You haven't worked in three years. You haven't spoken to anyone o

ld had shrunk to these walls, to the delivery apps on her phone. The thought was a private shame

er the next copy to your mother's house in Connecticut. I'm

weight, the first page stamped with a firm logo she recognized f

IAGE AND PROPERTY S

pped the desk harder, fe

e joke, the hidden clause, the anything that woul

"Past tense. You were interesting. You were ambitious. Now you're a house

s to vacate the premises. And this-" She pointed at a number that

at you contributed nothi

my career

id I ever once suggest you stop working? You made that choice, and now y

ment. She pulled, feeling the paper resist,

She felt the chill of his skin first, still damp from the rain. Then the pressure, a precise, calculated force that targeted the delicate bones.

d a pen from his breast pocket-Montblanc, she recognized it, she'd bought it for his birthday three years ago-and slammed it onto

his face. At the stranger

e someon

ion, there and gone, before his mou

papers,

me the

ruth is that I can't stand the smell of your cooking and the sound of your voic

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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.”