The Arrogant Captain's Regret: Chasing My Ex-Wife

From the back cover

For seven years, I lived in the shadows as the secret wife of NHL superstar Bryant Norton, sacrificing my brilliant medical career to be a low-paid nutritionist for his team.

On our seventh anniversary, I flew in to surprise him with my pregnancy ultrasound, only to find him intimately celebrating with Candice.

My six-year-old son threw himself into Candice's arms, wiping cake on her couture dress.

"Candice is ten thousand times better than Mom! Make her my real mom!"

Instead of scolding him, Bryant smiled indulgently, letting my son call another woman mother.

When I went to his office to hand in my resignation, Bryant hurled a heavy metal clipboard in a blind rage, violently striking my pregnant belly.

As I collapsed in agonizing pain, he rushed past me to comfort Candice, who had merely stepped on a piece of plastic and faked a twisted ankle.

"Stop pretending to be hurt to get my sympathy! Security, throw her out!"

He cut off my credit cards, assuming a penniless housewife would crawl back begging in three days.

He didn't know that the "genius patents" Candice used to climb into his bed were just discarded drafts I threw in the trash during college.

Seven years of silent devotion had been reduced to a pathetic joke.

I tore up the ultrasound, signed the divorce papers, and permanently waived all custody rights to my ungrateful son.

Then, I logged into the encrypted channel of the world's top bio-lab.

It was time for the real genius to take her life back.