Reborn From Ashes: The Genius Wife Returns

Chapter 4

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violent heaving finally stopped. She pushed herself up,

was a wreck. Her eyes were red and swollen, her mascara smudged beneath her lower

how it was

s. She had loved this man since she was sixteen years old. She had spent ten years of her life looking up to him, molding he

repaired the damage, painting on a mask of flawless composure. She tucked a stray strand of hair bac

back into t

arm around Amaris, his hand resting possessively on the small swell of her s

hard flame in the pit of her stomach. The pain was still there, a r

in their love story. She was Elisha Ho

click of her heels on the marble flo

it first. He t

ed by a look of pure shock that quickly hardened into dark, thundero

his body, subtly but firmly placing himself

clear, undeniable line. Him and Amaris on one side, Elisha on the other. He didn't look guilty. He did

cally dragged her a few steps away into a secluded cor

, his voice low, vibrating with supp

as the one caught at an OB-GYN clinic with his pregnant mistress,

verwhelming scent of the vanilla perfume clinging to his jacket hit her again. Her stomach clenched violently. A

nt. His eyes narrowed

sgust. "Don't play games. This pathetic act to get att

ical symptom of her pregnancy-his child's pregnancy-was just a manipulative tric

d lowered her hand. She met his cold ga

d, her voice surprisingly steady, refusing t

Right. We'll talk about this at home." It

en them was a thi

oined the fray. Soft, swe

darling? W

er expression was one of wide-eyed innocence, but her eyes held a glint of triumphant malice. She

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Reborn From Ashes: The Genius Wife Returns

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“I was ready to surprise my billionaire husband of five years with a positive pregnancy test. But he came home reeking of cheap vanilla perfume, and the next day, I caught him at an exclusive OB-GYN clinic, tenderly holding his college ex-girlfriend. She was pregnant. When I stood before them, he physically shielded her from me, coldly dismissing my genuine pregnancy nausea as a "pathetic, manipulative act." When I confronted him at home, he didn't apologize. Instead, he screamed that I was a crazy, obsessive bitch. "If your body wasn't so useless, maybe I wouldn't have had to find comfort somewhere else!" He blamed his infidelity on my failure to give him an heir, slamming the door in my face while his mistress flaunted her victory. He had no idea his own child was growing inside the very body he had just called barren and useless. For five years, I had given up my brilliant career as the award-winning designer "Muse" to be his perfect, accommodating corporate wife. I had erased myself for him, only to be thrown away for a parasite. The betrayal and humiliation burned away my despair, leaving only a cold, hard resolve. I calmly wiped my tears, pawned the millions in diamonds he gave me to hire a ruthless private investigator, and decided to keep my pregnancy a secret. Hartley wanted a war, and he was about to face the woman he forced me to bury.”