His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Genius

For three years, I played the perfect, obedient wife to the Carlyle-Spencer family, enduring my mother-in-law's icy commands to clean up my husband's messes.

But when I went to a high-end bar to bring him home, I found him intimately laughing with Britany, the sister of his deceased first love. She was even wearing a replica of her sister's famous diamond necklace, a blatant provocation aimed right at me.

Instead of feeling guilty, my husband looked at me with pure disgust.

"Who the hell told you to come here? Don't make a scene."

He whispered those venomous words before turning his back on me to escort her home, leaving me to be publicly mocked as the discarded wife.

When I calmly handed him a divorce agreement, he laughed in my face. He set an impossible condition, demanding I get both our traditional grandfathers to sign off on it, thinking I was just a desperate woman playing a game.

His mother even locked us in the master suite, demanding I provide the family with an heir to fix the scandal.

They all thought I was a nobody clinging to their wealth, a fragile doll they could manipulate, trap, and humiliate at will.

They didn't know my grandfather had hidden a secret clause in our prenup.

Because of Julian's emotional infidelity, I had the right to unilaterally dissolve the marriage and take back my massive dowry with interest.

I calmly packed up my hidden Stanford robotics PhD research and prepared to leave this gilded cage, ready to watch his arrogant world crumble.