His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Scientist

Charline stole her husband. Charline stole her fortune. And in the pouring rain, Charline staged the performance of a lifetime—

"Aaron... she pushed me... all because I asked her to come home..."

And the blind fool—her own husband—cradled his mistress in the mud and roared at her: "You psychopath!"

Aliana stood at the top of the stairs, rain soaking her dark hair, and she smiled.

"Aaron Baker, that is the last time you will ever raise your voice at me."

"And you,Charline. Enjoy your stolen life while it lasts—because I am taking everything back."

She turned, walked through the rain, and stepped into the armored Maybach waiting for her.

Inside sat the most dangerous man in the Watts empire—Clarke Watts.

He draped a cashmere towel over her soaked head and dried her hair with his own hands.

He handed her a deed: a Level-4 bio-research facility in New Jersey, operating under her name.

He handed her a court order: divorce petition and patent injunction, filed and served.

"Aaron will burn through his private security trying to harass you," Clarke said, leaning back into the leather, his dark eyes calm as a frozen lake. "My estate is the one square mile in New York he cannot touch."

Everyone thought Aliana was a discarded wife, thrown out with nothing.

No one knew she held the core patents the Baker family depended on to survive.

No one knew her laboratory controlled the key to rewriting the entire industry.

And no one—absolutely no one—knew that the most sought-after bachelor in Manhattan had already laid the world at her feet.

Charline thought stealing was winning. Aaron thought shouting could bring her back. Felecia thought a few insults could break her.

They were all wrong.

The day Aliana rises to the top again, every last Baker will fall to their knees before her, sobbing the same pathetic question—

"Can we... go back?"

Aliana will smile, her eyes utterly still.

"No. Because you were never worthy of me."