His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

Chapter 8

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the wind whipping through the San D

astery. Her thin trench coat offered no protection. She looked

, a young novice monk wea

ask for a miracle cure. She calmly asked him about the procedur

eyes were completely devoid of life.

ed out a string of polished obsidian rosary beads. H

to her, offering them as a s

pale fingers, bruised with needle marks from her re

n, the heavy sound of combat boots slamming aga

om nowhere. The veins on the back

ight out of Silas's grip, pulling so ha

e hand hurled the beads

dozens of pieces, scatte

ped and sp

ous eyes. He was breathing heavily, his hair a mess,

ssively yanked a silver St. Christopher medal off his

er amulet-a symbol of protection for the living-deep

, his voice vibrating with a terrifying intensity.

. She tried to pull her hand back. "K

urned red. The tough exterior broke. He

her toward the exit of the monastery, comp

She stumbled over the stones, for

p. Kian yanked the passenger door open, practically li

vely buckled her seatbelt. His movements were rough, driv

he seat, gasping for air.

cked the doors from the driver

ctually killing you," he snappe

has too many anomalies. I need a better opinion. I've a

ving the ringing bells of the monastery f

the window. The absolute deadness in her heart had been

rapid, highly technical medical jargon to someon

s, terrified of what this forced medical exam would br

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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.”