George B
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Done Being A Shadow: The Wife's Escape
Modern On the day I finally pried open the locked drawer in Marcus’s study, I didn't find a surprise anniversary gift.
I found a shrine to my father's business partner, Izzy.
Photos of a woman who looked exactly like me stared back.
That was when I realized my marriage was nothing more than an expensive lie. I wasn't his wife; I was a customized substitute for the woman he couldn't have.
The nightmare worsened when scalding soup was spilled at a restaurant.
Marcus didn't hesitate.
He threw his body over Izzy to shield her, leaving me to take the full force of the burns.
Later, while I lay in the hospital bandaged and in agony, he didn't come to comfort me.
He came to demand I donate a kidney to save Izzy.
"If we both needed a kidney, who would you choose?" I asked him, desperate for a lie.
"Izzy," he said instantly. "She has so much more to do."
He didn't know I was pregnant.
He didn't know that while he was begging me to save his mistress, the stress was killing his unborn child.
I wiped my tears and laughed.
"Okay," I said.
I signed the divorce papers and left them on his desk.
On top of them, I placed a medical report dated that morning: *Spontaneous Abortion.*
Then, I boarded a one-way flight to Montana and vanished, leaving him to wake up to a world where he had saved his mistress but killed his family. Death of a Love, Birth of a Ghost
Horror My sister Ivanna's son was dying. His leukemia had returned, and he needed a bone marrow transplant immediately.
My husband, Jaimen, didn't hesitate. His cold eyes landed on our five-year-old daughter, Lily, playing in the corner.
"Use Lily's," he said. "Her marrow is a perfect match."
When I refused, he and my own sister pinned me to the floor. They ignored my screams as doctors held down my terrified daughter and performed the extraction.
They took too much. Lily died the next day of cardiac arrest. Then, they had me beaten and dumped my body in a dark alley, leaving me to die alone.
For three years, Jaimen believed I had run away out of spite. He cursed my name, telling everyone I was a venomous woman who had murdered our daughter to get back at him.
Now, Timothy's leukemia is back, and Jaimen has launched a massive, city-wide manhunt. He is threatening to torture my mother to force me out of hiding, vowing to break my legs and make me kneel.
He has no idea his search will lead him to two graves.
And that my ghost is watching his every move, waiting for the moment he finally learns the truth. His Obsession, Her Agony
Romance "I want a divorce, Ethan."
The words came out, quiet but steady, hanging in the sterile air as my husband, Ethan, stopped swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He didn' t look at me, but at my reflection in the dark, floor-to-ceiling window.
"No," he stated, his eyes cold and empty, "You' re my wife, Autumn. You don' t get to leave."
I clutched my suitcase, my knuckles white, heart a frantic drum. He smiled, a slow, cruel curve of his lips, a monster I now saw clearly. "Aren' t you? I own this house. I own the clothes you' re wearing. I own your career, what' s left of it."
He ignored my whispered pleas, stroked my hair, then grabbed my arm, fingers digging in. "After what you did? After you killed your sister?" The old accusation, his favorite weapon, slicing me open. "You drove her to it. She' s dead because of you. And you will spend the rest of your life making it up to me."
Tears burned my eyes as he yanked me closer, the smell of whiskey on his breath. "You belong to me. In this life and the next. Did you forget your vows? Till death do us part." His hand connected with my cheek, a sharp crack, and I fell, tasting blood.
He loomed, not a trace of remorse. "This is your fault, Autumn. All of it." He nudged my suitcase. "Unpack. We' re having dinner with my business partners tonight. Wear the blue dress. And smile."
Lying there, a plan began to form. He was right about one thing. Only death would part us. So I would die. His Wife's Deadly Deception
Romance The memory of our eighth anniversary was burned into my mind, a perfect image of how my life fell apart.
My wife, Olivia, tearfully confessed to a one-night stand, blaming her assistant, Leo.
She even picked up a shard of broken wine glass and dragged it across her arm.
I loved her, and consumed by my own pain and desperate to save our marriage, I chose to believe her.
Two years later, Leo sat across from me in a coffee shop, smug, and ready to shatter my world.
"She played you for a fool, Ethan," he said, sliding a thick manila envelope across the table.
Inside were photographs: Olivia and Leo, together, smiling, happy.
Three years. A timeline that meant she was with him even before she "confessed."
Then came the final blow: "Our son, Ethan. He's a year old now. Looks just like me."
My world tilted, every intimate moment, every shared smile, every "I love you" of the past three years twisting into a grotesque lie.
When I confronted Olivia, her response was chilling, laced with a casual defiance that curdled my blood.
"The Hayes family doesn't do divorce," she said, her voice dropping to a low, chilling tone. "We only get widowed."
The woman I loved was a monster, seeing me as a tool, an obstacle in her elaborate scheme.
Trapped, I knew I couldn't fight her family's power.
There was only one person who could help me disappear so completely she would think I was dead.
I dialed the number to my estranged sister, Sarah, the family ghost. The Outcast's Wife: A Clarkson Reclaimed
Romance They say everything' s bigger in Texas, and in my family, that included our legacy: the Clarkson golden bloodline, a unique line of genetically superior cattle that made us legends.
I was raised to see the world through that lens, to spot vitality and prime breeding stock not just in our herds, but in the men I was expected to marry.
In my last life, that precise skill failed me.
It led me straight to Ethan Scott, the epitome of peak genetic fitness, and it led me to my death.
He drained me of my "vital blood" to save his frail girlfriend, Jennifer, leaving me bleeding out on a stable floor, our unborn children dying with me. His face, handsome and utterly unconcerned, was the last thing I saw before darkness took me.
He took everything. My life, my future, our children. And Jennifer died anyway, making my brutal sacrifice utterly meaningless.
My only witness, my only mourner, was Caleb Hughes, the broken outcast of the badlands, who found my body and gave me a quiet burial.
Why him? Why would the man marketed as perfect, with flawless genes, be capable of such chilling, casual cruelty? How could I have been so wrong?
But now, I am reborn.
I'm standing in our grand living room, my parents beaming, and before me stand six men-the "finest young men in Texas"-including Ethan Scott, smiling his same charming, deadly smile. My mother says it' s time to choose.
This time, I' ve already made my choice. And it' s not him. The Gala of Lies: A Paternity Unveiled
Billionaires My son, Leo, basked in victory's glow, surrounded by the city's elite. As a self-made billionaire, this night was entirely his.
Then, my wife, Seraphina, drifted into the ballroom, her conniving lover, Damien, trailing.
With an Oscar-worthy performance, she silenced the room, dropping a bombshell: "Marcus is infertile," she declared, trembling. "Leo is Damien' s son, conceived through secret IVF!"
Gasps, whispers, scorn washed over me. Leo, my proud son, reeled, angrily defending me. Seraphina, playing the martyr, insisted a DNA test, due any minute, would prove her "sacrifice." Every eye focused on me, waiting for my world to crumble.
Humiliation burned, but beneath it, a cold certainty.
They thought they had me exposed as a deceived husband, my legacy a lie. How could I possibly recover from such a meticulously planned, public betrayal?
But as Seraphina triumphantly ripped open her "proof," her smile froze. "He's excluded," she stammered. My moment arrived.
I pulled out my own, immaculately prepared documents, ready to reveal not just my true paternity, but the unbelievable truth about Leo's biological mother-a secret I'd guarded for years. This wasn't a defeat; it was a trap, and they'd walked right into it. The Surrogate's Ordeal
Sci-fi Sarah Miller believed in her perfect marriage to Michael Thompson, a kind, strong former Army Ranger.
He gifted her a silver locket, a cherished heirloom for "protection," a symbol of their unbreakable love.
But Michael's attention increasingly shifted to Chloe Ashford, a fragile D.C. power broker's daughter, whom he claimed he had to protect.
Sarah felt a growing unease, unaware the locket he gave her was covertly monitoring her, its hidden circuitry linked directly to Chloe.
One night, Sarah overheard Michael on a secure line: "Protocol Seven is active... Pre-emptive measures for the Surrogate."
Immediately, she was ambushed, abducted, and brutally tortured.
As her locket snapped, it exposed its true, sinister purpose, broadcasting Michael's cold, professional directives to her tormentors.
He was using her agony as a "diversion" for Chloe's "stabilization."
Her entire marriage was a calculated lie, her role a disposable "Surrogate" for the mysterious "Aegis Initiative."
The ultimate betrayal struck when she realized she was pregnant with his child, a life imperiled by his monstrous orchestration.
How could the man she loved, her protector, willingly destroy her and their baby for another?
Then came the tearing pain; her baby, sacrificed for Chloe, was gone.
With her last agonizing breath, Sarah hid truth-telling evidence, ensuring her story, though tragic, would become Michael' s chilling reckoning.
This was the prelude to a terrifying cascade of events where love became a weapon, and secrets refused to stay buried. The Face In The Footage
Sci-fi My name is Sarah Miller, and I’m reliving the worst day of my life.
I’ve already lived this nightmare once: my five-year-old daughter, Emily, gone.
She’s found drowned, and chilling security footage shows *me* pushing her into the pond.
The first time, I was branded "Monster Mom," a "Child Killer," and died in prison, screaming my innocence.
My parents withered under the shame.
But I woke up, back on that same Tuesday.
I vowed to change everything, locked every door, kept Emily home.
Yet, she vanished from our locked house.
And the footage? It still shows *me* pushing her.
My husband, Mark, erupted in rage, my mother-in-law shrieked accusations as I was arrested.
How can this be happening again? I changed everything! The house was secure!
Who is doing this? Who is truly framing me in this impossible loop?
As the handcuffs clicked, a desperate, insane lie tore from me: "It wasn't me! It was my parents! They’re the killers!"
This shocking accusation, born of raw anguish, bought me precious time.
It forced the police to look beyond the obvious, leading them to a fake preschool setup and the terrifying truth: my identical twin sister, Jessica, thought long dead, was alive.
And she wanted my life. He Built Two Families, I Was Only Half of One
Romance Mia Hayes thought her life was perfect, eight years married to Ethan Miller, living a glamorous Manhattan life she believed was built on deep love.
Then, at a Central Park fundraiser, a small boy called my husband, Ethan, "Daddy," shattering my illusion of marital bliss.
His flimsy explanation about his assistant's orphaned son crumbled when I unearthed hidden photos and emails, revealing a secret family—a pregnant Jessica Vance and five years of Leo’s life—that ripped apart our perfect illusion.
When I confronted him, his facade shattered, replaced by a desperate rage that turned our opulent penthouse into a cage, where he brutalized me, claiming it was to "save us."
The horror escalated when his mistress, Jessica, unlocked my prison, not to rescue but to kidnap me, dragging me to a dilapidated motel where she orchestrated my public degradation to destroy my reputation.
How could the man I loved, the partner I trusted implicitly, be living a double life for years, with a child he denied me, only to subject me to such unspeakable violence and public humiliation?
But with the unwavering support of my family and lawyer, I fought back, opting for memory suppression to wall off the trauma, only to have it brutally resurface when Ethan, now a desperate shell, tried to force his way back into my life.
This time, empowered by a painful truth, I chose to face him, not as a victim, but as a woman reborn, ready to utterly erase him from my world and build a future free from his monstrous shadow. You might like
The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon
Flory Corkery For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted.
Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke.
Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph.
Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!"
With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off."
A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!" Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Lukas Difabio Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman.
As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius.
When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval." Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell
Michael Tretter "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress.
With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap.
Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell.
On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered.
When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling." The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Kleon Samorodnitsky After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken." Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback
Huo Wuer Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic.
Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold.
"Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'"
The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip.
Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet.
I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child.
But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame.
"I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done."
I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down. The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Huo Wuer Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty.
When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn.
Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance.
Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room.
How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice.
I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for.
I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten. Destiny's Choice: Married The Man They Called Unlovable
Lila Rivers Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past.
On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse.
But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened.
Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation.
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Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail.
But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world." 
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