The Unwanted Wife Is A Hidden Genius

"Kate" P

Hotel. Tonight was the IPO celebration of my husband's company, Hayes Tech. But I wasn't there to celebrate. Tomorrow was the anniversary of my parent

en I reached the private lounge, I noticed the heavy mahogany doors were slightly a

apping against skin, accompanied by a

d through the narrow crack. What I saw instantly s

ays claimed was just a friend, against the plush velvet sofa. His tuxedo was discarded on the floor, his shirt completely unbuttoned.

Back then, Emerson was just a desperate, illegitimate son with nothing to his name, rejected by his own wealthy family. I remembered him kneeling before me in the pouring ra

ows had turned into the most vicious joke. He had trample

y okay that I'm wearing this right now? Kate might be furious

s my late mother's necklace. A week ago, Emerson had taken it from my jewelry box, claiming it

ze pouted playfully, tracing his jawline. "She must

r, a clueless housewife who only knows how to swipe my credit cards. She has no degree, no background, and no capability. Taking her o

tinued, kissing her collarbone. "Three years, and she ha

easily discard. They had absolutely no idea that the groundbreaking AI core code that made Hayes Tech worth billions today was written entirely by me. I had spent countless sleeple

eason we didn't have a child was because in three years, he claimed

I captured their entangled bodies, his flushed face, and my mother's necklace. Once the

e heavy double doors wide

a

to cover her exposed chest. Emerson stumbled backward, tripping over his own p

arge silver ice bucket from the center table, and dumped the

Emerson gasped, shivering violently, his arrogant demeanor completely destroyed. Before Alize c

laimed my mother's legacy, le

lock sharp," I said, my voice as cold as the ice on the floor, locking eyes with

d out, leaving them shivering

st then, my screen lit up with a text message from Emerson: "Kate, there is an emergency bo

opened the video I had just recorded, took a screenshot of the

h it: "Is the bed in the boardro

s lifestyle and buy expensive gifts for his mistress was tied directly to our joint marital account-an account I had heavily funde

erson's name flashed on the screen, no doubt panicki

lid into the back of a yellow cab, and l