Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 6

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oothe the knot in Alisha's stomach. She sat across from Chastity Holland in a tr

u look like hell," she said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Then sh

ything. Firing Dr. Price. The furious phone call wi

tively reached out to steady them. "It's about damn time you fired that quack! And he thr

s frayed nerves. It felt good to have someone in

foam swirled into a meaningless pattern. "I need to find a new doctor for Zoe. A real

her expression serious, her chin resting in her hand. She

, her ey

g to a conspiratorial whisper. "I t

t was almost painful, flicke

legend," Chastity said, leaning even closer. "In

owned. "T

. "He only takes the most impossible cases. Kids from war zones, black site interrogations, extreme trauma. My brother's company did some consulting work for a

t faster. This was it. This

iting list is years long, and he only takes cases he personally finds 'compelling'. The

Alisha's chest dimmed.

in the ass, but he owes me. Big time. And he has contacts in D. C. that are way above his pay grade. I will call him, I will text him, I wi

t a genuine smile spread across her lips for the first time

.. tha

ease. Just remember to buy me a Birki

inutes, sitting in the sun-drenche

hipping down the street didn't feel quite as cold. She had

g, drawing quietly. Alisha walked over and knelt behind

by," she whispered, pressing a

eight. She didn't say anything, but she turned h

ough. It

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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.”