All Chapters of He Thanked The Wrong Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

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Chapter 1

The auditorium buzzed with voices. Congrats everywhere.All I felt was cold.Photos from Edward's life started flashing across the big screen.In the lab, he sat in his wheelchair while a woman in a white dress leaned down and adjusted the microscope for him.On the campus lawn, she pushed his chair while they looked up at the clouds, smiling like some perfect couple.In the library, she rested against his shoulder while they read the same book. Sunlight poured over them like a cheesy romance poster.In every photo, the woman looked perfect. Light makeup. Clean dresses. That soft, scholarly vibe.And me?Every day I stood in a seafood market, surrounded by rotting fish and greasy water. My hands rough. The smell stuck to me no matter how hard I scrubbed.I didn't even have one photo with Edward.Because he said he was sick and hated pictures.Turns out he just hated taking them with me.Now the woman stepped up beside him onstage and smoothed his doctoral gown like she'd do

Chapter 2

[My beloved Margot.]So. The woman had a name.Margot Danby. The "poor student" he mentioned all the time.A stack of receipts slipped out of the diary.Each one hit harder than the last.Baby supplies—$5,000.Postnatal retreat reservation—$8,000.Luxury downtown apartment, down payment—$100,000.I bit my lip until I tasted blood.The date he paid that apartment down payment—Was the exact day of my second miscarriage.That day, he told me he'd just renewed a year of rehab fees and couldn't afford the hospital for a painless procedure. Ordered abortion pills online instead.He even blamed himself. Promised that once he graduated, he'd make it up to me. Give me a good life.Guess he did get a good life.It just didn't include me.***The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.I skipped meals. Wore the same old clothes. Gave him the best of everything.And he couldn't stand the smell of fish on me. Acted like my sacrifices were nothing.The money I earned before s

Chapter 3

The photo showed them kissing in a bright, spacious apartment.Something inside me snapped.I worked myself past exhaustion. Lost two children.Meanwhile, Edward and Margot were celebrating a new life.He used my blood and sweat to buy her an apartment. Planned to toast it in style.And me?Just their long-term ATM. Run into the ground and tossed aside.My hands shook as I screenshotted every post on Margot's timeline.Edward, if you can be this heartless, don't blame me for getting ruthless.You used my money to buy that apartment. To throw that party.How could I not show up?That night, I didn't sleep.All I could hear was the memory of his steps. Steady. Quick. Effortless.For someone who'd supposedly had ALS for four years?How was he walking like that?The question squeezed my chest until I could barely breathe.***At dawn, while he was still asleep, I grabbed our marriage certificate and called a cab to the rehab center where he'd been "treated" for four years.

Chapter 4

"Oh, right," Dr. Weldon added. "About two years ago, he stopped coming alone. A Ms. Danby usually came with him."After he recovered, she even brought us afternoon tea a few times. They were very close."I didn't hear the rest.The room tilted.And everything crashed down.***When I stumbled back to the apartment, Edward was already gone.I dug out the dress he gave me when we first got married. It was buried in the back of the closet. I slipped it on.Then I called Edward's doctoral advisor's wife.Back when she shopped at the market, I'd sneak two extra fish into her bag. She thought I was honest and left me her number.I never told her who I was. Didn't want my worn-out face embarrassing Edward. I just said I was a distant relative.Professor Jefferson had a reputation—strict. Zero tolerance for academic fraud or shady people.Edward, let's see how your little celebration goes today."Mrs. Jefferson, Edward's hosting a celebration at home today. He didn't invite Profes

Chapter 5

In a second, dozens of eyes snapped toward me.Edward panicked."Linsay, why are you here? What nonsense are you talking about!"He shot me a vicious glare, then tightened his grip on Margot's hand and turned to the guests."Hey, don't get the wrong idea. She's a distant relative. She's been dealing with a lot lately. I'll take her out of here."Margot instantly melted into his arms, looking oh-so pitiful."Yeah, she's making things up about us."The guests traded looks—half convinced, half not.I let out a cold laugh, pulled out the marriage certificate, and smacked it against Edward's face."Dr. Godfrey, is the name in the spouse column also a relative?"The certificate hit the bridge of his nose and dropped to the floor.Guests nearby leaned in. Once they spotted the official seal and the photo, whispers spread fast."No way—that's a marriage certificate.""Wait, wasn't Dr. Godfrey single? Where did this wife come from?"I lifted the other copy and faced the crowd."M

Chapter 6

He kept going. "We don't even live in the same world!""Yeah. Guess I never understood your world."I looked at his hysterical face. My heart finally went cold."All I know is four years ago you said you had ALS. Said you needed imported meds—ten grand a course. I sold the house my grandma left me without thinking twice. You said you couldn't move well, so I waited on you like a maid for four straight years."I stepped forward and smacked the rehab center medical file against his face. "Explain this. Your ALS was a misdiagnosis. So why pretend to be sick in front of me for four years?"You got fifty thousand in compensation. But every month you still demanded huge treatment fees from me. Where did all that money go?"My voice sharpened."You bled me dry while playing the patient. You didn't feel guilty once?"Every word tore away the last scrap of Edward's fake kindness.Professor Jefferson lost it and slapped him hard."You're a disgrace! You've disgraced this entire school!

Chapter 7

"You used my money for the $100,000 down payment on this place. So yeah, that makes it mine. And every paper you published during your PhD? Funded by me. I'm entitled to half of that income too. Most importantly..." I let the silence stretch, watching his face drain. "You cheated. You moved marital assets behind my back."So tell me—who's the judge siding with? You? Or me, the actual victim?"Edward didn't say a word. He looked gutted.Margot lay in a pool of blood, staring at us, eyes empty.I was done. I turned and walked out.By that afternoon, Edward's scandal had blown up across the university forum and every major social platform.In academia, reputation is everything.Edward faked an illness for cash, burned through his wife's savings to bankroll his PhD, and knocked up his mistress while still married.Yeah. The internet had a field day.The university moved fast.His doctorate? Revoked.Academic misconduct? Permanently on record.His career in this country? Done.

Chapter 8

"Because I have the chat logs of Edward buying your data. And proof he falsified it. And because I'm the wife he used and tossed aside."Silence.Then he gave me an address. "I'm at a construction site. Come find me."When I saw him, my eyes burned.The man in front of me—covered in dust, eyes flat—looked nothing like the polished PhD student in those old photos.I handed him the evidence from the USB.He stared at the data—his data—rewritten under Edward's name.His fists clenched so hard his palms split.That was years of his life. Just stolen.Six feet tall, covered in dust, and he broke down anyway."I'm suing him," he said, wiping his face. "I'll destroy his reputation. I'll make him pay for all of it."I nodded and handed him the folder. "Everything I collected. I've already lined up a lawyer. We do this together."We filed a formal report with the Ministry of Education and his university.Academic fraud. Research theft. In that world, that's game over.With Noah as

Chapter 9

After that, I opened social accounts and started livestreaming my startup grind—and the mess I crawled out of.I didn't play the victim. I just told people: no matter what you go through, don't stop choosing yourself.I didn't expect it to blow up.Women flooded the comments, saying they saw strength in me.Soup orders spiked. The business finally found its rhythm.Noah, meanwhile, crushed his research. He finished his PhD early and started making a name for himself.And somewhere along the way, something shifted between us.We'd started as teammates in a war.Now there was something softer. Quieter.He remembered the random snacks I mentioned once. If I worked past midnight, he'd show up with a mug of warm milk—no speech, just there.***Six months later, I'd just ended a livestream when I saw Noah at the door—holding a ridiculous bouquet of roses.He looked so nervous he could barely get the words out."Linsay, I... can you give me a chance to treat you right? Out in the

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