The Unwanted Wife Is A Hidden Genius

"Kate" P

at the massive white stone villa through the windshield, my chest felt tight and airless. This place,

g draped urns against my chest. I only came back to pack my personal belongings

, I pressed my thumb against the smart lock. The latch clicked

I even stepped out of the entryway. It was Carol and my sis

"That Kate woman is practically a ghost. She walks around wearing those cheap clothes, acting like she is better than us. She j

al money. Think of what her connections will do for your newly public company! If you hadn't insisted on marrying Kate three years ago out of so

armchair. He sounded worn out, but he didn't offer a single

s she show an ounce of gratitude? Giving you attitude at your own IPO party yesterday! I am

y were mistaking a cheap, manipulative piece of glass for a rare diamond. And a parasite? I was the one who wrote the algorithms

clicking sharply against the marble floor. The

three of them turned their heads, their eyes landing on me, and

nst the expensive sofa cushions, pulling her legs up. "Oh my god,

her nose as if something smelled rotten. She didn't know my parents were nat

my chest. "Bringing dead people's ashes into our home? You disgust me! Take that trash an

of warmth in my body vanished, replaced by a dark, simmering rage that threatened to boil over. I pressed my l

my voice dropping dangerously

red with manic fury. "They are dead losers just like you! A pair of nobodies who left you with not

rl vicious, unforgivable insults at my dead parents, and he didn't say a single word to stop

ld eyes onto Emerson and his mother, emphasizing every single

ance. "How dare you speak to me like that in my own home!" sh

ed into a malicious snarl, her hands clawed open as she aimed directly for