My Wife Is A Hacker Novels & Stories

I remembered where else I had seen that name. Stormbringer was the account that had systematically leaked the dark, ruinous info about my family online. The scandals, the financial skeletons—she had aired it all. Stormbringer did that. My wife did… Oh God! I watched her hug her father on stage, smiling brilliantly, while I drowned in a sea of helpless, suffocating pain. She did it all. It wasn't her brothers or some rival firm. It was the woman who had shared my bed for five years. She had hired the hackers. She had been the unhinged heroine of her own story, burning mine to the ground while I pleaded for help.

"And she’s using my own protocols to stay hidden. I can't track her. Nigel can't track her. Every time we get close to a digital breadcrumb, it dissolves." "Smart girl," Kayden said, his tone turning appreciative. "Who is she? A competitor’s asset? A disgruntled board member?" "She’s my wife," I said. The silence this time lasted a full five seconds. Then, a loud, barking laugh shattered the quiet of my office. "Your what?" Kayden coughed, clearing his throat. "Since when do you have a wife, kid? Last I checked, your only long-term relationship was with your quarterly profit margins."

That the woman he married was not just the assassin he knew, but also the legendary hacker his family was desperately hunting. The hacker whose signature was used to kill nine of his men. I closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. The clock was ticking. And I had no idea how to stop it.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Ann Hartigan had been sexually unresponsive for years, but I once caught her pleasuring herself to a photo of her male protégé. That was how I knew she'd fallen for him. Later, when Craig McDermott's showboating in the operating room left my mother paralyzed, I gave Ann two choices: send him to prison, or divorce me. She spent the whole night out on the balcony in the cold, and by the next morning, she'd handed over the evidence of Craig's fatal error. After that, she became medicine's celebrated "devoted wife," and the two of us went back to being as loving as ever. One day, I slipped into an awards ceremony at Ann's hospital, hoping to surprise her. The moment I walked in, I saw the

As soon as I sent my location, a bodyguard slapped my phone out of my hand. A man and a woman stood at the hotel entrance, staring at me with mocking smiles. "Well, well. If it isn't the famous Finn Kirkland. What's wrong? Money can't save your mother now?" Wendy Lowell is the only person in the world who can perform my mom's surgery. Money has lost its value. She hated my mom now. No amount of money could change that.

"Nobody's forcing you to work. You don't have to." Piper always took her mother's side, and this time was no different. "Yeah, Dad. What else can you even do besides sit around the house? Just listen to Mom." Nobody remembered that it was Renee who talked me into being a stay-at-home husband. Nobody knew I'd given it all up so she could chase her dreams. Nobody saw any of what I'd done. I stared at the two of them, frozen, and something inside me finally snapped. "Enough. What I do with my life is none of your concern."

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

- Of course my wife Riley. - Your wife sir? he asked with a strange voice. - Yes my wife, she is working at the company and she is a low-position screenwriter and no we are not allowed to help her in any way. Riley heard him and her eyes were sparkling and she could see that he really listened to her and respected her decisions. - Of course sir. Jack responded. - Thank you, Jack. Riley grabbed his wheelchair and went toward the exit. They sat in the car and at that moment he decided to kiss her.

“Mr. Wollf picked me up from the college. I guess he saw my potential, and I was over the moon—” “Work,” Linden groaned. “Your job depends on the result of your work, geek guy.” “I work well when I’m talking.” “Too bad. You have to make—” “Done,” he proudly announced. “Tell me about it,” my husband asked. “Your phone is hacked.” “Not mine. You know you’ve installed security on my phone, right? It’s technically unhackable.” “Oh yeah. Then who’s this?” “Mine.” Devin raised his hand.