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Unwanted Wife, Unbreakable Spirit

Unwanted Wife, Unbreakable Spirit

The heavy scent of alcohol was always the first sign. For five years, I' d been a ghost in my own marriage, a stand-in for a woman who vanished. Then, my husband, Ethan, stumbled in, saw me, and murmured a name that wasn't mine. "Olivia." His kiss, rough and demanding, tasted of whiskey and a longing not meant for me. I pushed him away. "I'm not Olivia." His brief warmth vanished, replaced by chilling disgust. "Ava," he spat, "It's always you." He shoved me hard, threatening to torment me until his "true love" returned, even forcing birth control to prevent our child. I finally snapped. I lunged at him, a desperate, self-destructive challenge. "You want to torment me? Then do it. Fulfill your promise." An hour later, I lay bruised, my two decades of love for him turned to bitter ash. With cold determination, I proposed a deal: I'd find Olivia, and he'd grant me a divorce, severing all ties. A month later, a flimsy tip led me to a dive bar. There, I heard a voice – Olivia's. And Brenda's. Her mother. "He's still obsessed, Mom. He's been looking for me for five years." Olivia, who had supposedly been mute since childhood, was speaking. Perfectly. They were conning him, planning to claim his fortune. Rage surged through me. I had to warn Ethan. But when I burst into his office, he slapped me, showing a text from Olivia: "Ethan, help me. Ava has me locked up. I'm scared." He believed her. He dragged me to the bar, where Olivia, now feigning a wheelchair, buried her face in his chest, making him angrier. Another brutal slap. "I'm going to make you pay." Two men emerged, claiming I had held Olivia captive. "Shut her up," Ethan snarled, picking up a steel pipe. He broke my legs, then tossed the pipe aside, saying, "Crawl back to the mansion. The divorce papers will be waiting for you." I cursed him. I lost consciousness. I woke to Dr. Liam Miller, my loyal friend. He revealed I was six weeks pregnant. With his child. The irony shattered me. I wanted an abortion, but my injuries made it too dangerous. I made Liam promise to never tell Ethan. He agreed.
My Freedom, His Regret

My Freedom, His Regret

The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan. I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope. I found Ethan in our marital bed, tangled with an Instagram model – my world shattered. This wasn't the first time; a flash of memory showed me screaming, throwing a vase, and then being shoved down a grand staircase in another life, losing our previous child. But this time, a cold clarity washed over me instead of rage. I simply turned and walked away, divorcing Ethan and his toxic world with startling speed. My own mother dismissed his affairs as mere "needs," urging me to secure child support and prioritize their financial comfort over my pain. Then, came the ultimate humiliation at the clinic: Ethan arriving with his new mistress, who cruelly mocked me, claiming to carry his "real heir," while his fury was aimed directly at me. In that moment, a devastating truth became clear: to truly escape his suffocating control, to protect any future for myself, I had to make the most agonizing choice of my life. How could I bring a child into such a poisonous legacy, a world where the man who should protect us was the ultimate aggressor? His actions forced me to sacrifice a precious life, ripping away my choice and my daughter, just to reclaim my very freedom. So I boarded a one-way flight to Oregon, burning every bridge to my old life, ready to rebuild from the ashes.
The Mafia King Kissed

The Mafia King Kissed

"Cheers." My raw friends and I shouted together, we are now at the famous bar. It's Niña's birthday so it was fitting, as I sipped the beer in my glass, I winced because I'm not really used to this, I'm just keeping up with my piste friends. For a long time, I feel dizzy, but I can still drink more. Just a few minutes ago I saw my friends already dancing on the dance floor, I hurriedly went to where they were so we could go home because I was dizzy. I was close to where they were when I felt like I was going to pass out, I closed my eyes completely and let Batman take care of what was going to happen. I just waited for my back to land on the cold floor but I made a mistake because there was an arm that grabbed my waist. I opened my eyes and then I saw a man who looked like a Greek God. He has a pointed nose, perfect jawline, a perfect ash gray eyes that are hypnotizing. And then a red rosy kissable lips as if it was good to kiss. I just felt that I was touching his lips, soft and red. "Do you want to try it?" Asked the Stranger who caught me while smiling and I, like a fool because of the drunkenness, also nodded. I could clearly see the grin of the man in front of me. "Then kiss me baby." He said in a husky voice. Little by little, if my face got closer, I felt like I was going to vomit, so I vomited Stranger raw. "Fuck you woman." He felt as if I would spit on his face. He immediately got me up and hurriedly left, maybe he's going to the rest room, he'll take care of his life as long as I'm already dizzy that's why I went straight to our car outside