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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 802    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

Dicks

st-floor lobby of the Aurora building, my stomac

and slipped a pair of dark sunglasses from my

en commotion broke out at the entrance as four bur

on Denver Dickerson walking in the center of the group in a

l-Star forward and one of Denver's closest frien

hest tightened, before I forced myself to k

ke I had for the past three years, I raised my ch

ver's sharp eyes lock onto me from across the marb

ked like he was waiting for me to stop

't eve

didn't spare him a single glance out of the c

tall frame the second I passed him, droppin

volving glass doors and stepped out into the

Dickers

k at the slender figure in the khaki trench coat disappe

ared to ignore

eady to hear whatever pathetic excuse she

shoulder in those high heels as if I w

ocket until my knuckles cracked, a dark fire

are you even l

ng my gaze toward the glass do

ou staring

thi

from the entrance, k

hat doesn't know wh

ark mood as he kept rambling excitedly

r guess the insider scoop I just heard before we g

about your g

vator and hit the butt

igner who won the NHL Pioneer Design Contest

om three years ago who had tried to cash out her Paris scholarship for a mi

in this building, and rumor has it V

is hands toget

s back then, I bet she's a

scoff as the elev

k cash is nothing more than another gold

y mind flashed back to Erie's cold b

ly knew how to arrange flowers and

ut I was coming back from Toronto to inspect Empire Sp

ignore me was just her new way of playin

slightly, and my lips curled into a cold smirk as I waited

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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return
His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return
“For three years, I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife in my contract marriage with NHL superstar Denver Dickerson. But on the night of our third anniversary, he came home smelling like his supermodel mistress. The tabloids had just leaked her maternity file from a private Manhattan hospital. When I calmly brought it up, he just looked at me with cold disgust. "So what? You knew what this marriage was worth when you forced me to sign that license." He let his mistress humiliate me in public, mocking me for being a barren wife who couldn't give him an heir. But he didn't know that three years ago, I actually was pregnant with his child. His own cousin had pushed me down a flight of stairs, violently killing my baby. Instead of helping me, Denver had locked down the hospital records and coldly accused me of faking a pregnancy scam to tie him down. I swallowed the blood and stayed silent for three years just to keep my brother alive, letting him treat me worse than a dog. He thought I was just a useless gold-digger who couldn't survive a single day without his money. So, I handed him a no-fault divorce agreement, voluntarily waiving every single cent of his ten-billion-dollar empire. I packed my cheap clothes, walked out of his penthouse, and picked up the tailoring shears I had buried three years ago. It is time for the vanished genius designer to make her comeback.”