The Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Zillionaire

Chapter 6

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urity alarm blared for two seconds

waggered into the foyer. A thick, foul-smell

avy metal clothing racks into the apartment. The rack

r in the hallway,

face. He looked at my chopped hair and my chea

waving his hand at the movers. "Take th

my palm flat against the che

"What the hell do yo

hese are Jayme's new clothes. August told me to move them in. It's time

cker of abso

tepped forward and shoved his hand towar

ed my feet, swung my right arm back, and slap

oud as a slapshot

. The apartment

rom his mouth. He clutched his rapidly sw

it flying from his lips. "I'll have te

pulled out an antibacterial wipe,

s, I am the legal owner of this proper

lunged

nd hit a speed-dial num

dation, how can we help you

aid loudly, my voice echo

use. What is your earliest availability for an assessment and full removal? Tomorrow

racks. His jaw droppe

hone into my purse. I walked over to the kitchen

ng tomorrow to strip this place down to the drywall. Until then, you

red. "Stop! You can't do this! Those antiques cost mi

oid of pity. "Marital assets. I certai

room, shaking with rage, completely powerless aga

n leather sofas, a sickening dread visibly washing over his face as the rea

al wipe into the empty trash c

used at the door, looking at the racks of Jayme

he ruins

and let the d

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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.”