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Divorce Papers and New Beginnings

Divorce Papers and New Beginnings

The crystal glasses for the baby' s naming ceremony gleamed under the soft living room lights, a picture of domestic bliss carefully arranged by my mother-in-law. Everything was perfect, except for the nagging feeling that something was deeply wrong. Then, my husband, Ethan, who had promised "just us" after my accident left me unable to conceive, blurted out his impatient wish for his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, to arrive. It soon became clear Chloe wasn't just any ex; she was carrying a baby, a baby that should never have existed. His parents, my own in-laws, made it worse, scoffing at my very existence, saying, "Ava' s a brilliant doctor, we' ve always been proud of that, but this is a family affair. She doesn't quite fit in anymore, does she?" My husband simply slumped, caving under their pressure, trying to reshape his betrayal into a noble sacrifice. He truly expected me to accept this. But what they didn't know was that I wasn't running late. I wasn't stuck in traffic. I was in a sterile downtown office, signing my name decisively on divorce papers. My world tilted when I stumbled upon an email from Chloe, revealing the chilling truth: "Ethan is so amazing. He's paying for everything. He says he's doing it for his dying ex, a final wish, but I know he wants this baby as much as I do. Ava doesn't have to know until she gets back. She'll have to accept it then." My surgical fellowship abroad, meant to be my recovery, had been a lie. Chloe, glowing and anything but terminally ill, looked up at me with a smug, triumphant smile. "Ava, you're back. Come meet Leo. Isn't he beautiful? He has Ethan's eyes." That was it. The snap. My hand struck her across the face. "She's a liar," I said. "You're all liars." I looked at Ethan, "You told me it would be just us. You lied to my face for a year." The sheer audacity of his words stole my breath when he tried to justify it, saying Chloe was dying and giving me a child "without the pain of childbirth." He wasn' t just a cheater; he was a monster, turning my deepest pain into his convenient solution. I was replaced. My clothes, my books, my entire existence were packed into boxes and moved to the small, cold guest room. Listening to their intimate sounds from what used to be my bedroom, I realized every memory, every shared moment, was a fraud. My love for him had turned to cold, hard resolution. Why did they think I would just accept this monstrous betrayal? Why did he believe I would become an "aunt" to his child born of lies? What kind of warped reality did they live in? I filed the divorce papers. Then, at the baby's naming ceremony, I took the microphone, silenced his sickening speech, and delivered my own, raw and unapologetic. "My husband, Ethan Hayes, just thanked this woman for her 'gift.' Let me tell you all what that gift was. While I was in another country, completing a surgical fellowship, grieving my inability to have children after a tragic accident, my husband decided to have a baby with his terminally ill ex-girlfriend." I then declared, "I am divorcing this man. Congratulations, Ethan and Chloe. You got what you wanted."
I hate you, Jace

I hate you, Jace

💘I HÅT£ YÕU, JACË💘 (You•Know•You•Love•Me) ______________ PROLOGUE ‼️ DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Jace Braun is the type of guy your parents warned you to stay away from, he's a total psycho who has gotten used to the name. Ask for 'Wolfie' in Rizz Hostel, then you'd surely find someone who'd point at him smoking at his smoking spot. He's a student of Finley College in Washington, Sculpture Department, and he's quiet popular in campus. He stays at Rizz Hostel, the wildest off-campus hostel, and he has slept with almost all the girls. It's a bonus to him though, cos they shamelessly throw themselves at him. Every girl wants to f**k the almighty Jace. Despite being from a rich family in England, he sells hard drugs to students just to make money. Everyone sees him as a jerky mother**ker, but what they don't know is that beneath his outside personality is a dying guy who's in need of someone to tell his story... A shattered guy who wants nothing but an escape route from his f**ked up life. Are you interested in knowing what his story is? And what happens when he met the only person who seems so different from everyone around him, but the person turns out to be his worse enemy. She hates him madly, but she's madly in love with his best friend. ... Will fate ever bring them together with favorable plot twists? Or...will she remain his best friend's girl forever? Will he ever find an escape route from his hidden problems? Are you in for hot college dramas and suspense that'd make you want more at the end of every chapter? Hop on this ride and don't miss out!
The Price of His Betrayal

The Price of His Betrayal

I once thought my love for Julian Croft was everything, willingly sacrificing my entire identity and unique art to fit his "pious" world. I even became pregnant, convinced his child would finally make me permanent in his life. But his sister, Claire, violently attacked me, kicking my stomach and causing a horrifying miscarriage. Julian, the man I loved, rushed in and only saw Claire, frantically asking if her hand was hurt, completely oblivious to my bleeding body on the floor. When I awoke in the hospital, stripped of my baby and hope, Julian appeared desperate – not for me, but to demand my blood for Claire, who' d been in a car crash. He begged the doctors to save "his Elle," using the same pet name he once whispered to me. In that shattering instant, I realized the ultimate horror: I was never "his Elle"; I was merely a substitute, a stand-in for his twisted, suffocating obsession with his sister. Used and utterly destroyed, forced to save the very woman who had killed my child, I found a cold, clear resolve in the void of my being. I walked out of that hospital, leaving everything behind, vowing to forge a new life far from the wreckage he left. Now, six years later, I'm back in glittering Manhattan, not the broken girl he thought he knew, but Elara, a celebrated artist, a loving wife to Kael, and a proud mother to our son. And Julian Croft is about to learn that the woman he betrayed is no longer picking up discarded rings, but building an empire of her own.
Married To The Billionaire President

Married To The Billionaire President

Staring out the window of my tiny apartment, I never imagined that a life of opulence and power was about to come crashing into my modest world. My name is Amelia Parker, a struggling journalist in the bustling city of Valmont, and I'm used to getting by on my own. Until I met him—Elijah Bennett, a billionaire with eyes that could pierce a thousand defenses and a reputation that both intrigued and intimidated me. Our first encounter was anything but ordinary. A chance meeting at a gala I was covering ended in a misunderstanding that spiraled into a high-stakes game neither of us expected to play. Elijah needed a bride to secure his inheritance, and I needed a way to pay off my mounting debts. The proposition? A contracted marriage. It sounded simple enough, but nothing about Elijah Bennett was simple. The chemistry between us was electric, undeniable. Yet beneath his cool, commanding exterior lay a man battling his demons. I soon realized this arrangement was more than a business deal; it was a labyrinth of passion and secrets, where every glance and touch threatened to unravel the carefully constructed walls around our hearts. As we navigated the treacherous waters of our faux marriage, unexpected challenges arose—rival businessmen seeking to sabotage Elijah, societal elites whispering behind our backs, and a ghost from my past resurfacing to haunt me. Each conflict drew us closer, igniting a fire I never knew existed. But can we withstand the pressure? Can Elijah and I transform a contract into a commitment, or will our secrets and fears tear us apart? As the stakes grow higher and our hearts become entangled, I find myself questioning everything: What is love, if not the most dangerous gamble of all?