A Betrayed Wife Left To Die? She Rose As The Tech Empress
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Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
A Betrayed Wife Left To Die? She Rose As The Tech Empress Chapter 1
"Ms. Hudson, the re-exam results are back. It's confirmed—stage two gastric cancer. Are you sure you don't want to tell your family?"
"I appreciate the concern, but that will not be needed."
Heat pressed against Roselyn Hudson the moment she stepped beyond the hospital doors.
Carefully, she tucked the re-exam report into her bag, though all color had drained from her face.
Three years into her marriage with Adrian Riley, everything had already fallen apart. He had betrayed her, and now this illness had come for her as well.
Life had cornered her completely.
Fear of dying had always lingered in Roselyn's heart. Yet after enduring the pain caused by a man who never stayed true, her thoughts settled with a strange clarity.
Since keeping him had proven impossible, letting him go seemed like the only choice left.
After spending a few days setting her plan in motion, Roselyn finally headed to the office.
She returned to her desk, gathered a pile of papers, and made her way up to the office on the seventeenth floor.
Outside the office, she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Without hesitation, Roselyn turned the handle and stepped inside.
"What do you need?"
Adrian lifted his head, and his dark eyes landed on her with a gaze that gave nothing away.
Sharp lines defined his features, and his presence carried quiet authority. Time spent in the business world had worn away the last traces of his youth, leaving behind a man who was controlled and commanding.
Keeping her voice steady, Roselyn passed him the documents. "These are from the medical checkup last week. The hospital sent them over, and they're asking for your signature."
She set the papers before him, then clicked a pen open and offered it in her hand.
With clear annoyance, Adrian pressed his fingers to his forehead. He did not even bother to read the documents before signing them.
"Don't bring me useless things like this again."
"Understood," Roselyn answered, keeping her voice compliant as she gathered the papers in her hands.
While she made her way toward the door, something beneath the wide desk caught her eye. A strip of white fabric peeked out just enough to be seen.
That skirt was familiar. It belonged to her half-sister, Emma Hudson.
Without lifting her head, Roselyn masked the sharp edge in her gaze and stepped out as though nothing had happened.
Seconds later, the faint sound of a lock engaging drifted out.
Couldn't even wait, could they?
Something heavy settled deep in her chest. It felt like she had been pulled under dark water, with no space left to breathe.
Lowering her eyes, Roselyn slid the final two pages out from the stack she carried.
Had Adrian spared even a brief glance, he would have realized those papers held more than just her diagnosis of mid-stage stomach cancer. The last sheet contained something else entirely.
It was their divorce agreement.
Roselyn had known Adrian since she was only five years old. That same year, her father's affair came to light, and her mother chose to end the marriage.
Both of her brothers remained with their father, while she followed her mother.
Soon after, her father remarried that woman, who moved in along with her daughter, Emma.
Life took Roselyn elsewhere with her mother, and that was when she met Adrian, the boy next door.
They grew up together. He'd once fought for her and ended up with three broken ribs.
A simple fever used to make him sick with worry over her.
And his Facebook had been filled with her pictures.
He had been the one who swore he would stay by her side forever. Now, he had become the one who broke that promise first.
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7.2
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone.
When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.
9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
8.8
On the anniversary of my mother's death, my father, the Alpha, threw a lavish wedding to marry a woman only four years older than me.
My new stepmother publicly humiliated me, stomped on my hand, and shattered the only necklace my mother left me.
When I confronted her, my father slapped me across the face and ordered me to respect my new Luna.
Heartbroken and furious, I publicly disowned them all.
In retaliation, my father sentenced me to death the very next morning.
He offered me as a tribute to the cursed Lycan King—a monster whose beast savagely tore apart every she-wolf sent to his bed.
My family watched with smug satisfaction as I was locked in an iron cage and dragged away, discarded like defective trash simply because I was born wolfless.
I was supposed to be ripped to shreds on my first night in the pitch-black castle.
But as I stood in the King's dark chamber, bracing for the bloody end, nothing happened.
The terrifying beast just sat in the shadows, staring at me in absolute confusion.
That was when the horrifying truth of his curse clicked in my mind.
His madness was triggered by the spiritual scent of an inner wolf. And I was completely wolfless.
The very defect that made my family throw me away was my ultimate, impenetrable shield.
I wasn't going to die here.
I was going to survive, use this terrifying King, and make my family regret the day they ever cast me out.
7.5
I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance and cut ties with my family, all for my boyfriend of five years, Ignatz.
But just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant with our child, he dropped a bombshell.
He needed me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. She'd been in a hit-and-run, and her career couldn't handle the scandal.
When I refused and told him about our baby, his face went cold. He told me to terminate the pregnancy immediately.
"Everleigh is the woman I love," he said. "Finding out you're pregnant with my child would destroy her."
He had his assistant schedule the appointment and sent me to the clinic alone. There, the nurse told me the procedure carried a high risk of permanent infertility.
He knew. And he still sent me.
I walked out of that clinic, choosing to keep my child. At that exact moment, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a glowing article announcing that Ignatz and Everleigh were expecting their first child, complete with a photo of his hand resting protectively on her stomach.
My world shattered. Wiping away a tear, I found the number I hadn't called in five years.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I'm ready to come home."
