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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 839    |    Released on: Today at 15:02

edroom. He was wearing a diffe

er asking who had

rogant authority. As he got closer, a faint, unfam

rned with disgust. S

the official notice of transfer. As of Monday, Celestia will be taking over all responsibilities for the biomedical division," he state

ha f

and Roman families have formed a strategic partnership. To show my sincerity, I'm handing the

ussion. It was a

ails digging into her palms. A wave of

how much blood and sweat I poured into that division? I led that team through countless sleepless night

ve, this was him taking her severed heart and stomping it into the dirt

s yielding her life's work. The only thing l

red-rimmed eyes turning dangero

a di

ntence. Brody interrupted her,

ndescension. "You've been distracted by work, and you haven't been taking proper care of Zoe. That's why she isn't get

y own

aughable, hypocritical thing she had ever heard. He was clearing t

time to calm down and reflect," Brody s

osing the heavy oak door behind her. She leaned against it, the cool wood a comfort against her back

laptop was still open from the night be

"Divorce Agreement

an to fly acros

ysical custody of our

ll marital assets, with specific focus on the Carlisle

e to be signed over to Alisha Ha

ame with swift,

he signed agreement right on the nightstand,

her daughter, waiting for Brody to come o

m the hallway. He was on the phone. His tone was incr

n the stairs, followed by the sound of the fr

edroom. The divorce agreement sat on

't even

face. For a second, she wanted to call him and s

e handled face-to-face. If he didn't s

and resolute. It didn't matter when he saw it.

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Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret
Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret
“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.”