His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer's Return

Chapter 10

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Dicks

e trucks rumbled down the Brooklyn street below, I rubbed my bloodshot eyes

lining on the paper, my gaze drifted to the worn bl

he wallet and pulled a yellowed, creased ul

he real proof of the tiny life that had

r, the nightmare of how I had ended up in th

y father Walter lured me into a private underground c

ate room, only to crash straight into Denver, who had just fi

ness left me pregnant a month later, forcing the Dickerson fa

se, until Denver left for the West Coast playoffs and his spoiled cousin

ough my skirt and the freezing despair on the operating ta

he faint surgical scar from the massive hemorrhage through my thin s

ked why I was pale, simply staring at my flat stomach and

ocked my heart away behin

to the hidden slot of my wallet and snapped it shut-the weak Erie

ed it wide open, letting the crisp morning

e fabric samples, the screen suddenly lit up and vibrated

familiar digits, I swiped to an

who is

nly the sound of shaky breathi

p, a warm, gentle male voice trembling wi

is that r

pils shrinking as my fingers tremble

tless dark nights, I recognized that voice in a

eden

ht throat, my eyes turning hot and r

ally i

gent on the other

hes from Aurora Magazine... I recognized N

hree years? Why did you cut off all conta

lower lip as hot tears brimmed in my eyes, completely unab

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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.”