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The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 586    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

ack soundproof divider slowly rolled up, s

ded with Dominick's scent. It was a hea

until her hip hit the door. She need

se. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of h

said, her voice dripping with venom. "The Carril

ing streetlights cast dark shadows

ou don't need to use your pathetic financial know

the exact sore spot she hated most-being tre

rabbing my waist for the cameras par

s arm on the leather seat right behind

siping housewives tomorrow and crying about you

inst her ribs, but she tilted her chin

brey lost her balance. She pitched forwar

und her. He pulled her tight against his

is chest, pushing him away like h

d his arm, slid back to his side of the car,

ead silent. Only the neon lights of Man

the private underground garage

wait a single second. She grabbed her dress a

is pockets and followed her, his

. The doors slid open to reveal the c

rs. They lived enti

essively kicked off her Jimmy Choo he

loor, she spun around. She planted her ba

ket and tossed it onto the sof

answer my question," Aubrey demand

" Dominick pinched the bridge of hi

ew York?" She stared a hole straigh

er. His hand completely froze in mid-air f

e New York sky ripped open. Thunder cracked, and

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“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.”