His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

Chapter 4

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room. The curtains were drawn tight

dresser, reached all the way to the back

round and walked out of the room. Her steps were sl

e top of the stairs a

ing. Every eye in the room was glued

e refusing to bend. He thought this was just an extre

doctor and a few maids. He stood dead cent

ttom step, Anders let ou

ders sneered. "With your spending habits, Aretha? You won't e

he listened to his arrogant, condescending humil

argue. She

whipped the manila envelope dir

document paper rained down like snow, slapping against

lf-step back. His eyes dropp

he very top of the first page w

signature line, the name Aretha Hines

His chest seized. He snapped his head up

ne could believe that Aretha-the woman who had worshipped t

h a mix of fury and panic. "What the hell is thi

he massive floral arrangements, the expensive balloon

bove a whisper, yet it cut through the room like a razor blade. "And

ke a physical blow. Both of their faces

ooked panicked. If the media got hold of thi

ay something, to defend himself against the sudden, cr

give him the c

way with nothing," she told Anders, her voice devoid of

away wit

red Anders's delusion that sh

of her thin trench coat tighter around her neck a

k out that door, don't you ever think about coming bac

pause. She did

e heavy mahog

e foyer, whipping her dark hair around her face and blo

her with a deafening thud, locking

at the signed divorce papers at his feet. A sudden, sharp pa

down the long, tree-lined dri

y stand straight, but as the cold wind hit her face,

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“The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live. It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders. "Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now." He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party. When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests. Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim. Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat. "I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime." A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed? Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm-ready to fight for her own life.”