Losing My Genius Wife: The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 7

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tood quietly under the shade of an oak

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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.”