His Innocent Wife Is A Dangerous Hacker. Novels & Stories

She picked up a dinner roll and began spreading garlic butter on it, refusing to dignify his tone. “Are you talking to him through a dating app?” Nicholas pressed on, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea they could leak that to the public? You’re my wife. Are you really going to embarrass me in front of everyone?” He punctuated the last sentence by pounding the table with his fist. Rachel flinched. The roll slipped from her fingers back onto her plate. “Can you ask before judging me?” she shot back, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. “I’m using a different identity. I’m not using my real name, and I’m not uploading my real picture. Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your noble name.”

He looked at them with a serious, professional expression. "Of course. In your email you mentioned that your friend is in a dangerous situation. An abusive marriage. Before we begin, may I have the full name of the victim?" Emma drew a deep breath. "Alina Hayes. Now Alina Blackwood after her marriage." Silence. For a moment, Adrian's expression changed. His eyes widened slightly. His jaw tightened. The hand holding the pen stopped in the air. But in an instant the professional mask was back in place. Only someone paying very close attention would have caught the shift.

“He isn't really her husband.” Ivan's face changed. “What?” Ivan screamed without meaning to. “He's her ex-boyfriend.” “Explain.” “She was embarrassed. She didn't want her boss to know she had married a stranger.” Ivan's heart stopped for a moment. “Her boss?” “Yes.” “That's…me?” Callista laughed. “Unfortunately for her, you're all mine now.” The room became completely silent, as Ivan slowly looked down at the phone in his hand. The woman in the photograph was Valeria, the woman he knew as Sofia, his employee.

"He created that deepfake. Used his company's AI technology to destroy her reputation because Sophia paid him to. So yes, Walter, I'm destroying him back. Thoroughly." "He deserves consequences," Walter said carefully. "But his wife? You're dragging an innocent woman into this." "When did you become pathetic?" I asked. Silence. "She deserves to know who she's married to," I continued. "And if that destroys their marriage, that's on him, not me." "You're playing a dangerous game." "I've been playing dangerous games my entire life," I said. "This is just another move." I hung up before he could respond and grabbed my keys from the desk drawer.

After using my husband's credit card, I was anonymously reported for fraud. I showed them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, only to be told that my marital status was still single. Looking at the marriage certificate in my hands, I felt dizzy under the harsh interrogation room lights. I clearly remembered that on the day Vivian Clarke threatened suicide, Lucas Richardson absolutely refused to go and comfort her, insisting on going through with our wedding ceremony. I still remember his ice-cold tone at the time. "If she dies, she dies. What is she to me? Does she think she's worth abandoning you for?"

“Then where is your husband?” The question was simple. Innocent, even. But to Lara, it felt like a blade slicing through the thin walls she had built around herself. Her fingers tightened slightly around her glass. Where is my husband? At home, probably. Or worse—he was with her. She forced a small, empty smile. “Busy.” Reagan hummed, his expression unreadable. “Busy,” he repeated. Something about the way he said it made her stomach twist. Ali, sensing the sudden tension, jumped in smoothly. “Lara’s husband is just… a workaholic,” she said, voice light but her eyes sharp. “That’s all.”

“My name is Hazel Walker, and my husband is innocent. I know the whole world knows about the allegations, and everyone has dropped their think pieces about it. We have been shunned and judged by the whole world, and I get it, I really do. But my husband is innocent. Christian would never do something like that. And I should know better, I’m his wife. Christian Walker is innocent and I’m going to prove it to you.” The room was silent for a while, and my eyes caught a pair of scared looking ones from the table I had just stood up from. “How are you going to prove your husband’s innocence? This just sounds to me like a brainwashed wife blindly following her husband.” A pale and tall guy in the

I dropped the laptop carelessly on the couch beside me, I contemplated telling Bella, but I doubt that she has any information concerning this. “What a roller coaster of professions, from being daddy’s little girl to being an auctioned little girl to a mafia man who had suddenly become her husband, to being a private stripper, to an assistant, to a self-taught hacker.” I reasoned, trying not to lose it, the demons in me fighting tooth and nail to get me in their corner and consume me, but this was not the time for it, although I could not pull myself out of it, thankfully, a beep on my phone signalling the incoming message snatched me from the ugly claws trying to possess me.

That night, Zika threatened her, and then John suddenly brought news that Zika no longer loved him. "You've got to see it for yourself," John said. He wanted Luna to be sure of what he said. Luna turned her gaze to the left; she accidentally saw Irina, who was now looking at her. This girl feels uncomfortable. She then looked back at her husband. "I still couldn't believe it, even though she had introduced her boyfriend to me," she told her husband. John could not force his wife's conviction anymore. He can only hope that Luna can understand. "Why are they still calm when I've made a mess?" Irina spoke quietly.

Theo nodded his head and looked at Neel, who gave a thumbs up, saying the work is done. "Yes, my wife has done a wonderful job in the company during my absence. She gained the loyalty and trust of my employees to the point that my employees are fighting with the world to restore her honour. What my employees said was right. My wife was with me last night. I planned a surprise party for her with the help of my friends and employees. I know where she was the entire day yesterday, because I arranged everything personally. Even without that party, I still would have believed in my wife. She doesn't betray me like this. She would never do that. I am the proud owner of my wife's heart. So it reall