His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return

Chapter 9

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n's apartment that night, I sat under the warm d

word "First Love" written at the top of the page, feeling l

o that suffocating summer three years ago when I had just won th

hand, and my first love, the gentle and clean-cut Manhattan heir Braeden Hod

on-dollar loan shark debt, and underground debt collectors smashed down our d

r while the thugs threatened to chop o

kneeled on the cold floor, begging them to let me cash out m

rejection letter signed in sharp, arrogant

bargaining chip-someone of this characte

ded executive behind the scenes was, only tha

n and vanished from his life like a coward so my f

the burning ache in my eyes and ran my

t Lov

es; it was a dream ripped apart by real

pouring all the despair, struggle, and buried longing from th

phone buzzed on the desk with

d the screen, Addison's furiou

the gossip I just heard

wing a massive tantrum in an executive meeting, and he ha

probably because Ashlynn's fake pregn

t that arrogant bastard Denver said? He called Nova a greedy gold digger who sells out her dreams

my fingers curled tightly around the ph

hat exact sam

y as dirty trash, completely blind to the fact that the designer Nova he loo

ed coat on the paper, a fierce fire roaring in my chest as my pencil flew a

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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return

WILONA COOK Romance

“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.”