Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 5

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Zoe unusually lethargic, her small fac

lyn Price, the highly-regarded child p

l air of arrogant detachment. After a brief, uninspired sess

've been treating Zoe for a year now, but I see absolutely

the clinical psychologist here, or am I? Mr. Carlisle hired me specifically for my expert

nsistently telling me my daughter's condition is my fault? Consistently writing

on my professional integrity, Mrs. Carlisle, then perhaps you should find someo

ront of the doctor. "Integrity? Let's talk about integrity. I did some digging last night. You

m Dr. Price's face. "I... I hav

. You are tasked with ensuring the 'problem' of Zoe's condition is blamed entirely on me. You are fired, Dr. Price. Get out of my hou

ed, Dr. Price grabbed h

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oing?!" His voice was a furious

ha replied coldly. "I asked a simple question, and she t

Price is widely respected in the industry! You are the only one questioning her! Do you

orphed into a bitter resolve. From beginning to end,

the phone tightening. "I am Zoe's mother, and I have the

done. I'm having Dr. Price finalize her evaluation of your mental state. I will hav

exposed his sinister endgame. He wasn't just trying to cont

isha said flatly, and hung

d resolute. The clock was ticking. She had to

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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.”