The Unwanted Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Chapter 6

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bs dulled. Before driving back to Manhattan to face him, I needed to wash my face. I step

rounds, and the stone corri

estroom and stopped short. At the end of the hallway, leanin

he strong column of his throat, and an unlit cigarette rested between his long fingers. Up close,

pt walking, intending to

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and gravelly, carrying the f

nd held ou

et his mouth curve into a faint, sharp smirk. "Today isn'

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a little further, k

er into the center of my palm. His fingertips were freezin

pulled my hand back, and walked out

coin still felt like a piece of ice against my palm. Taking a dee

oor of the villa were blazing

e front steps. The moment my car stopp

he said, letting ou

him, and headed up the st

arm from behind and pulled me back against his che

my hair. "Today was my fault. Stop bein

amiliar cologne, and felt nothing but a col

d lowered his head to kiss my cheek,

is eyes under the porch

n't come back f

t a di

instantly, his fingers digging in

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Gui Chen Romance

“For three years, I played the docile, uneducated orphan wife to tech CEO Emerson Hayes, swallowing his family's daily insults and his blatant obsession with his childhood sweetheart. Everything shattered the day I brought home the ashes of my parents-military heroes who died for this country. My mother-in-law called them "dead garbage" and physically attacked me to throw their flag-draped urns out of the house. When the heavy wooden urn was ripped from my arms and slammed into my ribs, Emerson didn't help me. He just coldly ordered me to take those "things" outside so I wouldn't upset his mother. Later, when a sudden shooting broke out at a boutique, Emerson lunged toward me. I thought he was trying to save me. Instead, he shoved me hard toward the shattering glass, using my body as a human shield so he could dive and protect his sweetheart. As I fell backward toward the bullets, the last shred of my love turned to dust. I had hidden my true identity as a top MIT genius and endured this hell just to keep the peace. How could I sacrifice so much for a coward who treated my life and my parents' blood like worthless trash? But I didn't hit the glass. A ruthless billionaire pulled me into his arms, shielding me with his own body. I survived, took his mother's hundred-million-dollar buyout, and signed the divorce papers. "I think your mother overpaid," I smiled at my shocked ex-husband. "You aren't worth half that."”