Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Author: Snootie

Chapter 1

Word Count: 780 | Released on: Today at 15:02

ong them were political elites, business tycoons, and a swarm of media. Camera flashes flic

s stunning next to Mr. Carlisle, and the littl

sentable, but clearly, those were lies. Mr. Carlisle is just hiding his tr

alite corrected with a soft scoff. "The

t, w

s first love. She comes from old money, went abroad a few y

d lady's favor to force Brody's hand, ruining his relationship wi

rced her way in? No wonder she's be

grandmother-in-law, but the hushed whispers pierce

n and mockery from the crowd. Her face paled instantly as

overcoat. He exuded a freezing, unapproachable aura. His handsome fa

melt the ice in his demeanor, replaci

Mrs. Carlisle's portrait. Throughout the entire process, he didn't eve

te flooded A

s ago, Brody was in a severe car accident that left his legs temporarily paralyzed. He beca

very, pulling him out of the darkness. And und

old, it was the first time Alisha

g epiphany, Celestia finished her condo

n for his actual wife. He walked over to Alisha

devoid of any emotion. "Keep Zoe out of sight and behave yourself.

der, but more

der for another woman. Now, looking at Alish

the man she had loved for years. The last, stubborn thread of hop

t she swallowed them down. The love wa

ed her well, and Alisha wanted the old lady to r

her expression turning as cold as his. She took Zoe's hand a

crossing his face. But he didn't care enough to dwell on it. H

lled out his personal handkerchief and handed it to her. In the middle of a

c couple, no one noticed that the little boy who

ridors, making his way t

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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

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“At the Carlisle family funeral, I held my traumatized five-year-old daughter's hand, playing the perfect billionaire's wife. But my husband, Brody, stood feet away, openly rubbing the back of his mistress, Celestia. When our daughter reached out for comfort, he shoved her small hand away to catch his "fainting" lover. He carried her out in front of everyone, leaving us to the mockery of his elite relatives. "Maintain your dignity," my mother-in-law whispered coldly, before going to hug the mistress. The nightmare had just begun. The next morning, Brody publicly announced he was giving the biomedical division I had spent five years building to Celestia. When I stopped Celestia's son from bullying my daughter, Brody grabbed my arm and threatened me. He even bought off my daughter's therapist to write fake medical reports, claiming I was an unstable mother, all to set up a ruthless custody battle. I couldn't understand how the man I married could not only betray me but systematically erase my life's work and plot to steal my child just to please another woman. Looking at my daughter's silent, terrified face, the last shred of my hope snapped. I hired the most ruthless divorce lawyer in New York and drafted my demands. Then, I received a text from "The Ninth"-a legendary, untouchable specialist who had just miraculously saved my daughter from a fall, and the one man the Carlisle money couldn't buy. "He is waiting for you." This time, I was going to make them lose everything.”