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Code of Betrayal: Her Sweetest Retribution

Code of Betrayal: Her Sweetest Retribution

As a scholarship recipient from the Harrison family, MIT grad Ava Chen built her career in their tech company, Harrison Innovations. Her groundbreaking AI project was poised to save their struggling empire, and tonight, at the Innovation Summit, she expected to be named CTO and celebrate her triumph. Instead, on stage, her husband, Ethan Harrison, embraced a visibly pregnant Brittany Miller, declaring her his partner and "the future of the Harrison family." My world shattered as Ethan, his face cold, publicly shamed my "career focus" over family, implying my infertility, while Brittany, his mistress, feigned sweetness. The board, including Ethan' s parents, dismissed my dire warnings about fiscal collapse, then allowed my mother-in-law to slap me, screaming, "You barren wrench! You deceived us!" Brittany, a bitter junior I barely remembered, then piled on lies, claiming I stole her AI and seduced professors just to get ahead. Ethan smashed my phone, destroyed my life's research, and forced me to sign papers, all while Brittany ground her heel into my hand. My career, my marriage, my reputation – all publicly executed. How could my entire life, built on dedication and gratitude, be so brutally annihilated by such cruel lies and baseless accusations? The injustice of it all, the sheer malice, left me frozen in disbelieving agony, consumed by an unbearable humiliation. As I lay broken, my shattered phone, miraculously, began to ring. It was Marcus Thorne, CEO of Thorne Dynamics, and his call was about to expose the Harrisons' true desperation and offer me an unlikely lifeline.
Ruthless Ex-Husband

Ruthless Ex-Husband

"Blue, let's talk." My husband responded coldly to me. I smiled before answering "About what Sean?" I was going to say something to him too but he got ahead of me so he will go first. "I have something to tell you too, but you go first" when I offered to him. He took something from the drawer and placed it on the table, he's giving me this cold look again. "Sign this." I looked at the brown envelope before I took it. Something is telling me not to open this, I nervously opened the envelope, and guess what i wasn't wrong. A divorce paper. I looked at Sean as if to indicate what this meant. "Sign it." He pointed out the brown envelope. "B-but why? What did I do?" I asked with a trembling voice. "Blue, let's get over this, we didn't like it" he answered. "I made a promise to Brianna" he took a ballpoint pen and placed it on the side of the brown envelope. "Brianna huh? You really like women, what can I do?" I have to let go. As for who would like someone like me, Sean was right. There were tears in the corner of my eyes, I was looking at the divorce paper, thinking if I should sign this or no Considering that he is a famous actor and owns a large company, how will Sean's fans react if they find out that his girlfriend is a man? They'll probably just bash him, his career means a lot to his family and to him. Actually he is Sean Gilo Falva and I'm just a normal fan, Blue Carvaro. "Before I sign it, can we hug you at least for the last moment?" I saw confusion in his eyes. Why did I say we? Because I'm pregnant, I'm 2 weeks pregnant, I want to tell him not to throw away our future child. "Sure..? I thought yo-" "Nevermind that, I also forgot to tell you" I cut him off. He nodded, you can still see the confusion in his eyes. I smiled bitterly, I came to him and hugged him tightly, he hugged me back. After that he signed the divorce paper. I then packed my things and left the house, he was just outside the house, he's watching me leave. I rubbed my tummy "sorry baby I can't do anything, your father doesn't want us so I'll hide you from him" I didn't realize I was crying, I wiped my tears before getting inside the car.
From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill

From 104 Degrees to Triumph: The Wife They Tried to Kill

My husband, Matthew, was on a ski trip with his mistress, and his assistant, Stella, sweetly told me the Henderson project needed sorting, fever or not. When I tried to call in sick, Matthew scoffed, dismissing my 104-degree fever as "drama." After eight years of being treated like dirt, humiliated and controlled by him, I calmly told him I wanted a divorce, but he only laughed, reminding me he paid for my ailing father' s expensive medical treatments. Minutes later, a company-wide Slack poll popped up: "Is Gabrielle's divorce threat for real this time?" Matthew voted "Fake," and my colleagues piled on with ridicule. When I typed "It's real. I've hired a lawyer. And I quit," I knew my life was about to explode. Still reeling, I went to the office to deliver my resignation, only to be met by Stella. In a horrifying live company video call with Matthew, she had maintenance workers dump buckets of ice water on me, drenching my feverish body. I collapsed, hitting my head on a glass table, and the world went black. Waking in the ER with a concussion, Matthew stood over me, fuming about the cost and the "scene" I'd made, completely devoid of concern. Then came the news: my father's life-saving procedure had been cancelled while I was unconscious. It was Stella, who had used my phone to cancel it and steal the $50,000 bonus Matthew had promised me, gloating that she was Matthew' s ultimate problem-solver. My father was gone. Killed by their casual cruelty. But as the raw agony tore through me, I realized something cold and clear: they had pushed me too far, and now, they would pay. I would take nothing from Matthew but my freedom, and then I would watch their carefully constructed world burn.
The Unwanted Bride Takes Back Her Crown

The Unwanted Bride Takes Back Her Crown

At my lavish Manhattan wedding, my groom Ethan abandoned me at the altar in front of five hundred elite guests. His childhood friend Donie had faked a medical emergency by swallowing four melatonin gummies. Instead of apologizing, Ethan's wealthy mother threw a check at me to save their reputation, while Ethan demanded I rush to the hospital to donate blood for Donie's "stress-induced flare-up." For five years, I had been Donie's personal blood bank and Ethan's obedient corporate lawyer, chained by the guilt that Ethan once took a knife for me. But when I finally refused to bleed for her, Ethan weaponized his scar, calling me an ungrateful wretch, and told me to get out of his life. That night, my appendix ruptured. Writhing in agony on my apartment floor, I used my last ounce of strength to call Ethan for help. Donie answered his phone. "Faking an emergency to get his attention? You are pathetic. He is mine." She hung up, leaving me to die in a pool of my own cold sweat. I went into emergency surgery completely alone. I didn't understand how the hero who once risked his life to save me could let his mistress leave me to die. I had paid my life debt with five years of my youth. Why was my absolute loyalty rewarded with such cruel betrayal? When I woke up, Ethan finally called, screaming at me to get back to the office to handle a corporate lawsuit. I calmly told him we were done, wiped his entire family from my life, and took my power back.