His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Chapter 3

Word Count: 687 | Released on: 11/05/2026

luxury apartment building, the wheels of her suitc

a taxi to

e lifted the heavy suitcase into the trunk herself,

window. The glittering, lavish Manhattan skyline-her "canary

pped in front of an old, weather

lit, narrow corridor until she reached the he

nch coat pocket and pulled ou

The lock turned with a heavy, satisf

of warm, industrial-style track lights

was filled with a reassuring scent of du

nnequins, surrounded by high-end sewing machines

orner of the room. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, t

open. She carefully reached inside and pu

g the opening and poured t

was her Ph.D. degree in Computer Science fr

d-edition haute couture design sketches. Each page bore a prom

with her fingertips. The lifeless, empty look in her eye

and opened the old, broken laptop she h

assing security protocols and logging directly into the inte

window and began drafti

as a physical blow, severing yet another c

ly quit the useless tech support job that Cornelius

turned and looked at a faded ph

, standing next to legendary haute coutu

and swiped to a number she

yped: "Aunt Klema. I've thought i

could build the perfect life her own way. Now, those naive fantasies have been st

on the screen for a full three

message being sent echoed clea

the first time in seven years, the heavy burde

single bed in the corner of th

raw fabric and wood, she closed her

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His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

Lorraine Modern

“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."”