The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 19/08/2026

ora

sors when I opened the door, throwing col

as thick and warm and the apartm

ollars of custom oil paint, the two of us during his first Cup run, my hand on

ard off the shelf, and a keypad lit up behind it.

match the team colors. I reached past all of it to t

erm Marriage Agreement

d put my thumb on the signatu

uilt the franchise, and the man who broker

word of it, because his father told him to, and because he had never

ner, stapled the pages, and set the s

oor beeped. Heavy footste

ose. The hospital's VIP candles were all over his s

ht in the stud

ur shift ear

ct across the desk until it

e cover page and

nds on the desk, and leaned over me. "That performance

ed up

said. "The contract

ybe less. Then he threw his head

c. This is gett

desk. The pages went up and came

even years, and he ha

or your games," he s

went off in his pocket. He

voice dropped into s

baby. Doe

. Frightened. "Darrel, the doctor said there migh

ht. He spun aroun

way he stopped

t the paper

d went to his cufflink

ble and was gone, and the front door sla

r chair and listene

g and found the page I wa

ntain pen, in that old

olding it, and I said a few flat words for

y bag, powered it on, and dialed a number that

ed on the

t," I

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire

Abel Dean Modern

“For seven years, I played the perfect, invisible wife in a contract marriage with Darrel Stark, the famous hockey captain. That illusion shattered the night he rushed his brother's fiancée to the ER for a "pregnancy scare." Instead of explaining, my husband demanded I release a public statement to cover up their affair. When I refused and handed him my divorce notice, his family retaliated by trying to forcibly move his mistress into my home. The final straw came at an exclusive VIP dinner. His mistress faked a trip, sending a tray of scalding soup flying toward us. Darrel instantly lunged to shield her with his body, leaving me to get burned by the splashing liquid. While she squeezed out fake tears about "losing her baby" from the shock, Darrel and his friends aggressively cornered me. "Apologize to her," Darrel demanded, his eyes full of pure hatred. I stared at the man I had secretly loved for seven years. He treated my pain as absolutely nothing and a liar's tears as gospel. How could he be so blindly devoted to a manipulative mistress while treating his legal wife like disposable garbage? He didn't even know I had secretly given birth to our daughter five years ago. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I just laughed. Right in front of his elite inner circle, I shredded our marriage contract into pieces and mercilessly exposed her fake pregnancy stunt. It was time to stop playing the pathetic wife, leave this toxic family, and return to my true, powerful identity.”