His Discarded Wife Is A Rune Genius

Chapter 6

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oved with purpose amidst gleaming terminals and holographic displays.

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hand on my shoulder. "You're insa

minal chimed with an incoming call from an

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His Discarded Wife Is A Rune Genius

Maiga Ardeni Werewolf

“I was lying in a cold hospital bed, having just suffered a complete miscarriage. The doctor casually informed me that my chances of ever conceiving again were extremely low. Trembling, I called my husband, Archon Barron Montgomery, hoping for just a single word of comfort. Instead, a wall of loud music and laughter came through the line. "What is it? I'm busy." When I whispered that our baby was gone, his voice was colder than a winter tomb. "These things happen. Rest up. I'll have Adrian handle the bill." Before I could even process the heartbreak, a magical projection accidentally popped up on my terminal from his best friend. It showed Barron on a lavish balcony, leaning in and intimately laughing with Erica, his first love. He was throwing her a grand welcome-home party while I was alone in the hospital losing our child. For two years, I had given up my career as a runic tech prodigy to be his invisible, dutiful wife, managing every detail of his life. Yet to him, I was nothing more than a disposable servant he could easily replace. Staring at the screen, my shattered heart turned to ice. I had lost my baby and my future, only to realize my marriage was just a pathetic, one-woman show. The sheer humiliation and grief twisted into a pure, potent rage. I ripped the IV needle from my hand and walked straight out of the ward. That night, I signed the divorce papers, packed my secret research notes, and used a mana cutter to slice my enchanted platinum wedding ring right in half. It was time for the Archon's obedient wife to disappear, and for Alaia Dawson to take back her throne.”