Defying The Odds: His True Wife

Chapter 6

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e heavy blackout curtains, landing directly

t up. The space beside her was empty and cool to the touch. On the

as sharp and aggressive. "I have an early M&A

ss her face. The memories of last night's intensity wa

n a tailored beige pantsuit. She ordered a car and

idy pulled out her phone. She opened Insta

er her personal account's message

in designer sunglasses posing in front of the Eiffel T

. Her fingers hovered over the screen.

thought. Cassidy took a deep breath, f

ate reassurance last night. She

ew herself into preparing the upco

allery manager, walked into Cass

. "There is a woman out there in a full Chanel cout

he exhibition catalog and stood up. She fol

tall woman in blood-red Louboutin heels.

round. She pulled off her sunglasses, revea

Hayden

nd. She forced her facial muscles to relax into

. A brief flash of disdain crossed her feature

"Hi, Cassidy. I am Hayde

ld friend," letting them ha

hand. Her grip was firm. "Hello, M

vins." It was polite, cold, and

e room with exaggerated interest. "It is a cute l

ing Cassidy's life's work insignif

ot in its size, Miss Blevins. It is in its abi

rrowed. She clearly did not expect

onde waves over her shoulder. "We should sit dow

wide with concern. Cassidy gave he

to see exactly what kind of poiso

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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.”