Defying The Odds: His True Wife

Chapter 4

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her back down the hallway. He walked into the master

turned around and walked toward the adjoining

ers disappear around the corner. A heavy wave

hone. She had left it on the kitchen i

her bare feet slapping against the floorboards, and ran straig

hed the screen, a new voice

intentionally tapped the play icon, completely forgetting that her phone was still paired to the kitchen's Bluetooth speaker system

tle bitch is still crying at the club. You

the high ceilings l

o hit the volume down button. Her hands shook so violently that th

holding a glass of water. He stopped dead

ad silence. The only sound was the faint

shed out of her face, leaving her chalk-white. She f

He slowly lifted his gaze and locked eyes with

e walked forward with slow, measured steps. He

creen had a spiderweb crack across it. He p

to her. His dark, piercin

took it. She dropped her chin to her chest,

hin between his thumb and index finger, forcing

he asked. His voice was terrifyingly ca

tasted copper. Tears welled up in her

oved, slowly stroking the soft skin of her

ce a low rumble. "Hayden and I ended thin

In three years of marriage, he had

uld not run out in the middle of the night for her." He paused, his thumb gently stroking her jawline. "And when Darren called earlie

shockwave of pure joy straight to her heart. The

es. The corner of his mouth twitched u

n on the top of her head. "Next time you have a

her arms tight around his waist and let out a soft "Okay

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Defying The Odds: His True Wife

Luo Lijiang Romance

“For three years, I played the role of the quiet, obedient trophy wife to Cristian George, the most ruthless man in New York. Everyone, including me, thought ours was just a cold transaction for his family trust. Then, his legendary first love, Hayden, returned from Europe after finalizing her divorce. She didn't just come back; she came straight for my husband. The entire Upper East Side exploded with gossip. My phone buzzed constantly with videos of her sobbing his name in VIP clubs and friends warning me to watch my back. Hayden even showed up at my workplace, sliding a multi-million dollar tourmaline necklace across the table as a condescending welcome gift. The elite circle opened dark web betting pools, mocking me as a pathetic charity case and taking bets on how fast I would be thrown out on the freezing streets. I was terrified. I had secretly loved him for ten years, but I was just ordinary. I hid the necklace in the darkest corner of my drawer, waiting for the executioner's blade to fall, fully expecting him to run back to his golden girl. But when Cristian accidentally found that velvet box, his eyes didn't fill with nostalgia. They darkened with absolute, territorial rage. He didn't ask for a divorce. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, threw the multi-million dollar gem aside like actual garbage, and picked up his phone. "Clear my schedule for Saturday evening. And book a fitting for Mrs. George." He was going to give the city a show they would never forget.”