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The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 570    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

d the main dining hall. The room smelled

oane by her side. Her steps were perfectly

ide of the long table. Dominick's name

at. He pulled the heavy chair out

started whispering behind their hands. Portia Vaughn

straight ahead, pretending the stares d

the table and squeeze

director," Sloane whispered, despe

ulations, Sloane," she said, forc

rom them instantly dragged the convers

called out loudly. "What brings y

as a blank mask. "Annual evalu

ing his. "He's really here to support

ak. The metal blade scraped against the porce

nds. He caught the sound instantl

Her eyes were entirely dead, fill

itched in his jaw. He clearly didn't

Dominick more wine. Dominick lift

ht the light of the crystal chandelier

e three days of lies dug into

r to Dominick. She whispered s

He nodded slightly, his p

ress pit nearby. They had just ca

ped her knife and fork and grabbed her water glass

under the table. It was a

illed her lungs. She turned to a Wal

he table, loud enough for Dominick. "The recent t

o Group's latest Asia-Pacific tech merger. She used precise, brutal design critiques to po

his wine glass. His dark eyes

heavy and demanding. "Aubrey Middleton. When did

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The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback
“I gave up my future as a top design graduate to play the perfect trophy wife for Wall Street billionaire Dominick Carrillo. But at a high-profile gala, he suddenly returned from his overseas trip three days early, parading a Hollywood actress on his arm. He dropped a million dollars on her charity necklace in front of the entire Manhattan elite, publicly humiliating me. When I confronted him with proof of his lies back at our penthouse, he threw his limitless black card at me like I was a high-priced escort. To punish my defiance, he violently pinned me down, forcing himself on me to assert his absolute control. The next morning, he caught me fixing the terrible architectural sketches for his new boutique hotel project. He coldly locked my designs away in his briefcase without a second glance. "The business world doesn't care about sketches. Just be a good Mrs. Carrillo and max out your credit cards." I stared at the empty room as he left for a hotel, my phone buzzing with mocking texts from other socialites. For three years, I had locked my talent in a golden cage for this marriage, only to be treated like a brainless canary and a disposable line item on his balance sheet. The rules of this marriage were done. I opened my laptop, found a national design competition sponsored by his biggest corporate rival, and hit submit. I didn't apply as Mrs. Carrillo. I applied as Aubrey Middleton.”