His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

Chapter 6

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rst thing that hit her senses was the deep, c

ng in a small, narrow twin bed, covere

on the nightstand. The wallpaper was slightly

ges let out

mother, walked in car

opped dead in her tracks. Her eyes instantly

nd rushed to the side of the bed. She reached out with

sed out in the freezing rain. She didn'

ce thick with emotion, and whisper

attered the emotional fortress Areth

ipped her throat.

aked into the cotton pillowcase. It was the first real tear

istair walked into the room, looking awkward and massive in

tha's hands, his broad shoulders b

s voice thick and protective. "As long as I'm breathi

ditions, without caring about her bank account or her

tray and carefully fed it to Aretha. The warm broth c

tle in her bones, a sharp, pier

hich was plugged into a c

red. Her gut told he

ulled Alistair by the sleeve, giving Aretha

inst the headboard and

imedia messag

f Aretha's expensive silk nightgowns. She

ders's chest. Anders's arms weren't wrapped ar

ext: Since my big sister isn't home, I gues

uld have made her physically sick. She would have

of them posing like cheap actors. She felt abs

call Anders to scream at him. They weren't wor

etha blocked Kelli's number. She went

lent and tossed it carelessl

uilt. She stared up at the faint water stain on

would spend her final days right here,

ded by the scent of lavender, Aretha closed her eye

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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.”