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The Anniversay Divorce Gift

The Anniversay Divorce Gift

For five years, my marriage to Mark Johnson was a meticulously guarded secret, hidden for the sake of his booming tech career. Our fifth anniversary arrived, a date circled in red, feeling like a cruel joke. That day, the love I' d poured into him for a decade finally ran dry, replaced by a hollow ache. I typed Sarah' s number, my best friend and legal wizard. "It's time," I said, my voice betraying none of the turmoil inside me. "I need the papers." Mark was about to get an anniversary gift unlike any other: a signed divorce agreement. I left his office, the signed papers clutched in my hand, just after hearing him rush off to his adopted sister, Chloe, for yet another fabricated crisis. The realization hit me: he had married me for convenience, for the perfect image I provided, while his heart belonged to another. The following morning, I stopped making his coffee, subtly stepping away from his touch, creating an ocean of distance between us. Then, disaster struck. Chloe's "emergency" made him abandon a multi-million dollar deal, and when I, his secret wife, suffered a devastating miscarriage alone, he was absent, doting on her. The pain was a physical blow, but it burned away the last thread of hope. I was alone. I had always been alone. I cut every tie, professional and personal, making myself unsearchable, then booked a one-way ticket out of the country. Mark was forced to sign the final divorce papers himself, confirming his obliviousness. But then, he started showing up. First in Italy, then in Paris. He won't give up, claiming he loves me, but his newfound desperation only proves the truth: he wants what he can't have. Now, he' s followed me to Santorini, refusing to leave. My story isn't over. It' s just beginning.
Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Badass Wife Back

Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Badass Wife Back

"Oh don't act surprised, you bitch! You think you have a right to question me? After what you did?" He growled menacingly I gulped in nothing. "I don't know what you're talking about! What did I do?" I fired, trying not to cry. My chest was tightening. He laughed harshly. "Denying huh?" He shook his head, pursing his lips. Then pulled out his phone showing me a video. My heart cracked. There were some explicit videos and pictures of me and another man naked on the bed. We were kissing and sucking. What the fuck?? This.... never happened. *** Louisa's perfect world crumbled when her husband, Alex, accused her of infidelity with proof and presented her with divorce papers. The blow was crippling, coming at the very moment she had discovered she was pregnant – a miracle after three years of struggling with infertility. Louisa was forcibly evicted from her home in the night, left to face an uncertain future alone. Surprisingly after an accident, she met a stranger who revealed a shocking truth: she is the heiress to a vast fortune, left behind by her deceased parents. Now, She rose to prominence in the business world, taking everything back and forging a lucrative empire and raising her twins. Three years later, she's a force to be reckoned with. She's no longer the soft, naive Louisa. Then Alexander reappeared, remorseful and contrite. He realized he has been deceived by his family and everything has gone downhill for him, since it all happened. He badly wants to make things right and do whatever it takes to win her back. He's ready to suffer to win her back. Will she want him back into the lives of her kids?? Or will she give her heart to someone new.. Alexander's rival and former best friend?
My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret

My Revenge to Make The Husband's Regret

I woke up in a hospital bed, the lingering scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines my first reality after a car crash. But the real shock wasn't the physical pain; it was the vivid nightmares, clearer than memories, of a future where I was dead, my husband Michael married my sister Jessica, and my entire identity was systematically erased. My own mother, Karen, greeted me not with relief, but with sharp impatience, blaming me for the "trouble" my coma caused, while Jessica, feigning concern, subtly tried to steal my dream journalism grant and clung possessively to Michael. Michael, my supposed husband, stood by, his weakness paving the way for their manipulations, even as I recalled divorce papers hidden in his desk, signed by him weeks before my accident. The town gossiped, portraying me as unstable, while Jessica was painted a saint, and my mother chillingly confessed I was "bad luck" from birth. How could my own family conspire to erase my existence, and why did they always favor my sister, wishing I hadn't woken up at all? This wasn't merely betrayal; it was an active plot to dismantle my life, and I was trapped, expected to silently accept my fate while they openly flaunt their wicked intentions. But the chilling clarity of those "premonitions" became my armor, showing me every deception, and as Michael stood there, oblivious, I knew the accommodating Sarah was gone; I would reclaim my life, sign those divorce papers, and secure my future, no apologies.