The Unwanted Wife Is A Hidden Genius

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."