His Unwanted Wife Is A Secret Genius

Chapter 3

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zy, cluttered apartment, a world away from the sterile opulence Carla had just left. "You sho

spread through her chest. "Yeah," she sai

ney? That bastard owes you milli

es. "I don't want anything from him. No ties,

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to an exci

gaze. It was the sharp, confident glint of a master of her craf

Carla. "Oh my god, you're finally back! Do you have any i

t of the fashion world for three years, buried under the weight of be

at had been her sanctuary and her passion, and issued a press release announcing that the enigmatic designer "AURA" was going on an indefinite hia

e. She had pivoted the studio to an online, by-referral-only haute couture ser

g to the studio's secure client portal. The scr

bespoke AURA design. Hollywood A-listers, a Middle Eastern princess... we've

her lungs, feeling like the first real breath she'd taken in years. "

g to take over the world!" Then, a flicker of concern cros

In his world, I'm just a housewife who knows ho

r empire, not as Carla Dudley, the discarded wife, but as AU

ace when he realizes what a diamond he

the design software icon on the laptop screen. Her fingers started tapping a restles

e said, a sudden urgency in her v

d her car keys. "Let's go. W

rld. When Jenelle pushed the door open, Carla was greeted by the sight of a vibrant, creative space. Bolts of luxurio

ing late looked up. Their jaw

eryone," she announced, her voice ringing with pri

erupted i

f deep blue satin, the familiar texture a balm to her frayed nerv

holding a tablet. "AURA, there's an urgent appointment. The c

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Marrvelous Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Darien Carlisle, even burying my secret identity as the legendary fashion designer "AURA." But on our third anniversary, while I was curled up in agony from a stomach ulcer, I saw the news: he was buying a diamond necklace for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. When he finally came home, smelling of her perfume, he treated me like a tedious chore. "Don't pull any tricks. You're nothing without the Carlisle name," he sneered when I asked for a divorce. I left with nothing, but he thought it was just a pathetic tantrum. He even brought Everleigh to my hidden studio, throwing eight million dollars at me to buy the exact gown I had designed for my own rebirth, just to humiliate me. When my ulcer ruptured that night, I called him in a desperate plea for help. "Are you looking for Dari? He's in the shower," Everleigh's sweet voice answered. He then blocked my number, accusing me of faking an emergency to get his attention, and left me to die on the floor. I finally realized that my unwavering devotion couldn't melt a heart of stone. To him, I was just a worthless placeholder he enjoyed torturing. Waking up in the hospital, the last shred of my foolish love died. I hired a ruthless lawyer to force the divorce, fully reclaimed my empire as AURA, and walked right into his company's most important boardroom.”