The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback

Chapter 7

Word Count: 694 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ps in the blinds, stabbing into the dark bedroom

d her breathing, making it slow and e

e stood in front of the floor-length mirr

y Brunello Cucinelli suit jacket. His movements wer

elashes. His back was perfectly straight. The

the Patek Philippe watch and strapped it to his wri

her bare shoulder exposed above the duvet. The

e turned around and walked out of

her eyes. She stared at the empty room, a

d, a physical reminder of how stupid she had been. Sh

ed violently on

dozens of unread messages from an iMessa

photo from last night. It showed Dominick gripping her w

s a voice note fr

k at Mrs. Carrillo's face. She looks like she's going to a funeral. I he

ey rushed back to Fifth Avenue. Probably

her knuckles turned white. The humiliatio

he phone over and threw it onto the ma

e women win. She was a

full blast. She stood under the freezing water, scrubbing

und herself and walked out i

tone authoritative and rushed. A minute later, he strode out rapidly, his mind clearly a million miles away as he headed straight for the private eleva

door open. He must hav

at narrow gap, she saw a black Hermes bri

und documents. The top folder had bo

n. She pushed the door ope

n - Downtown Manhattan Bouti

ked onto the word

. A sudden, violent rush of adrenaline hit her bloodstream. Her ol

ought she was just a useless canary, she was goin

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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.”