His Unwanted Wife: The Hidden Tech Genius

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felt stiff, the joints aching from the sheer tensi

ce. Twice. Three

less voice of the voicemail s

s felt like crushed glass. She opened her messaging app and

p. It wasn't Cornelius. It was a r

a highly critical business meeting and cannot

st, pathetic ember of hope in her chest sputtered

aped violently against the polished marble floor, the

of cold Beef Wellington. She walked straight

f the stainless steel trash can, watching the expensive i

eardrums. It was a physical weight. It was suffocating her. Her

ige trench coat, pulling it tightly over the thin,

stepped into the private elevator, and pre

ing autumn wind of Manhattan whipped down Fifth Ave

d no destination. She just put one foot in front of the other, letting the

at a street corner, right outside the massive floor-to-ce

glass, a familiar p

contracted sharply, her br

as Cornelius. The man who was supposedly lock

r-old son, Benny. The boy was laughing, happ

from Cornelius was Halle Mos

The stark contrast between the freezing wind outside and the warm

r, and used a crisp white napkin to gently wipe a smea

adable smile played on his lips, one

assidy hadn't se

nches for ventilation. Over the hum of the city, Benny's

loudly, swinging his legs. "I

visible, massive hand had reached into her c

Instead, his smile deepened, and he reached out to affectionate

ot up from the soles of Cassid

, letting the deep shadows of the Manha