His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Author: Lorraine

Chapter 1

Word Count: 793 | Released on: 11/05/2026

ive mahogany dining table, her eyes locked on

pendulum swung

to place. It was exactly n

gton. The golden pastry had long since turned soggy, the expensive meat inside completel

felt stiff, the joints aching from the sheer tensi

ce. Twice. Three

less voice of the voicemail s

s felt like crushed glass. She opened her messaging app and

p. It wasn't Cornelius. It was a r

a highly critical business meeting and cannot

st, pathetic ember of hope in her chest sputtered

aped violently against the polished marble floor, the

of cold Beef Wellington. She walked straight

f the stainless steel trash can, watching the expensive i

eardrums. It was a physical weight. It was suffocating her. Her

ige trench coat, pulling it tightly over the thin,

stepped into the private elevator, and pre

ing autumn wind of Manhattan whipped down Fifth Ave

d no destination. She just put one foot in front of the other, letting the

at a street corner, right outside the massive floor-to-ce

glass, a familiar p

contracted sharply, her br

as Cornelius. The man who was supposedly lock

r-old son, Benny. The boy was laughing, happ

from Cornelius was Halle Mos

The stark contrast between the freezing wind outside and the warm

r, and used a crisp white napkin to gently wipe a smea

adable smile played on his lips, one

assidy hadn't se

nches for ventilation. Over the hum of the city, Benny's

loudly, swinging his legs. "I

visible, massive hand had reached into her c

Instead, his smile deepened, and he reached out to affectionate

ot up from the soles of Cassid

, letting the deep shadows of the Manha

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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

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“For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert. But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle. My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly. "Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom." Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair. When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago. A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed. "Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield." Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar. My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair. For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder. My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife. But he forgot who he was dealing with. As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos. I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile. "Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."”