Qing Gongzi
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Reborn: After 99 Divorces
Modern I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together.
"Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage.
Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets.
As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore.
I never fought back. I just let them destroy me.
Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations.
The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far. From Humiliation To New York Queen
Modern My rival' s lies got me expelled from USC. The fight with my parents that followed was our last; they died in a car crash that night, leaving me with crushing debt and my rebellious brother, Bennie.
To save Bennie from jail time over a fight he didn't start, I took a humiliating job at a high-end nightclub, a place where my dignity was the price of admission.
There, I was forced to kneel before my ex-fiancé, Demetri. He watched with cold indifference, now engaged to the very woman who destroyed my life. He was even the lawyer for the family Bennie had supposedly bullied, his voice a weapon as he publicly shamed me.
He was my everything, yet he believed I was a monster. He stood by as my world crumbled, choosing to defend the woman who orchestrated my downfall.
After the truth was finally exposed, he sacrificed everything for me, losing his career and fortune in a desperate attempt at redemption. But it was too late. I had already taken my brother and moved to New York, ready to build a new life and find new love, far from the man who shattered my old one. Coma, Cruelty, and Caleb's Betrayal
Modern After donating bone marrow to save my brother, a rare complication put me in a coma for five years.
When I woke up, I found my family had replaced me. They had a new daughter, Hailie, a girl who looked just like me.
They told me my jealousy over her caused a car crash that forced Hailie and my parents into hiding. To make me atone, my fiancé, Caleb, and my brother locked me in an isolated villa for three years. I was their prisoner, their slave, enduring their beatings because I believed my suffering was the price for my family's safety.
Then, a doctor told me I had terminal lung cancer. My body was failing, but my tormentors decided on one last act of "kindness"-a surprise birthday trip to a luxury resort.
There, I saw them all. My parents, my brother, my fiancé, and Hailie, alive and well, drinking champagne. I overheard their plan. My torture wasn't penance. It was a "lesson" to break me. My entire life had become a cruel joke.
So, on my birthday, I walked to the highest bridge on the island, left behind my medical diagnosis and a recording of Hailie's confession, and jumped. Too Late, Husband: Watch Me Shine
Modern My husband gave $250,000 of our life savings to his mistress for a fake surgery. I had sacrificed my own career to build his, and this was my reward.
When I confronted him, he twisted our deepest shared trauma into a weapon.
"You were so quick to get rid of our first baby, weren't you?" he sneered.
His words hit me just hours after I had secretly terminated our second pregnancy-a choice his cruelty had forced upon me. I found him at the hospital comforting her, and he shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd, calling me heartless.
He brought her back to our home, wrapping her in my favorite blanket on my sofa, while I was still reeling from the loss of our child.
He thought our twenty years together meant I would always forgive him, that our love was a fortress.
He was about to learn it was a house of cards, and I was holding the match. From Servant to Savior
Romance The alarm shrieked through the silent mansion, a sound I knew better than my own heartbeat. For fifteen years, I had been Dorian Steele' s living, breathing medicine, my blood the only cure for his fatal seizures.
But then, his fiancée, Ainsley, arrived. She was flawless, a vision of cold, stunning beauty, and she looked like she belonged here.
He shoved me away from him, pulling the silk sheets up to cover my worn pajamas as if I were something dirty.
"Kira, clean this mess up. And get out." He dismissed me like a servant, after clinging to me for life just moments before.
The next morning, she sat in my chair, wearing his shirt, a love bite visible on her neck. She taunted me, and when I spilled coffee, he didn't even notice, too busy laughing with her.
Later, Ainsley accused me of breaking Eleanor' s prized porcelain vase. Dorian, without question, believed her. He forced me to my knees on the broken shards, the pain searing my flesh. "Apologize," he growled, pressing down on my shoulder. I whispered my apology, each word a surrender.
Then, they drained my blood for her, for a fabricated illness. "Ainsley needs this," he said, his voice flat. "She's more important." More important than the girl who had given him her life.
I was a resource to be exploited, a well that would never run dry. He had promised he would always protect me, but now he was the one holding the sword.
I was nothing more than a pet, a creature he kept for his own survival. But I was done.
I accepted an offer from the Estes family, a desperate, archaic idea of a "propitious marriage" to their comatose son, Emmett. It was my only escape. Shattered Vows, Unveiled Truths
Romance My husband, David, beamed with pride at our son Ethan' s university acceptance. I sat across the table, a ghost in a designer dress, invisible. I was the silent engine of their success, but tonight, I was out of fuel.
That night, a notification from our shared cloud storage revealed David' s secret: a photo album of him and a young flight attendant, Olivia Hayes, on romantic trips. My heart shattered as I recognized a delicate silver necklace on her-the one I' d admired and hinted at to David, which he' d bought for her.
When David and Ethan walked in, their laughter died as they found me on the floor, the truth exposed on my phone. David' s anger flared, accusing me of being hysterical, while Ethan, his loyalty firmly with his father, told me not to ruin their night. David then casually tossed a credit card at me, thinking money could fix everything. I refused, my voice clear and steady as they walked away, leaving me alone in the house I had built, a home where I no longer belonged.
The man I married, who once vowed "Wherever you go, I will go," had just run to another woman as I lay bleeding on the airport lounge floor after an explosion. He didn't even glance back. That crystal-clear moment solidified everything: he wouldn't save me, he wouldn't even try.
I looked at him, the stranger he had become. "I want a divorce, David," I declared, my voice loud and clear, silencing the chaos around us. I knew then that the only thing I regretted was not ending this sooner. Architect of Her Own Life
Romance My hands methodically folded a sweater, placing it into an open suitcase on the bed, sharp creases betraying the inner turmoil I tried to hide.
Outside, New York City glittered, oblivious, my life' s soundtrack of distant sirens and traffic hum now signaling its end.
An email confirmed it: one-way ticket, New York to Rome.
Then the elevator dinged. He was home, and he wasn' t alone.
Liam O' Connell, my partner of eight years for whom I' d put my own promising career on hold, walked in with his protégé, Chloe Davis, draped over his arm, their laughter about a private joke stopping short at the sight of my packed bags.
Chloe' s sharp eyes surveyed the scene, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips before she feigned concern, asking if I was redecorating.
Liam' s charming smile faltered, replaced by annoyance, and he accused me of being dramatic, as if my leaving was just a tantrum.
I had built his tech empire with my architectural eye, crafted presentations that won investors, only for him to shatter our partnership and give me a front-row seat to his betrayal.
The man who once promised me everything on a Brooklyn fire escape, now stood before me, offering a new car key-a desperate, material bribe-for the wound that cut straight to my soul.
He fundamentally misunderstood; he thought my love was a negotiation, a problem to be managed.
"You were sleeping with your protégé, Liam," I stated, my voice steady, cutting through his classic, cowardly excuse that "it just happened."
He dismissed eight years of my life, of my love, as meaningless, claiming Chloe was young, confused, and looked up to him.
But I saw his profound, unshakable disrespect.
I had given him everything, only to be replaced by a newer, shinier model, a cruel commodity in his world.
"No, it' s not complicated," I said, ringing with clarity. "You made a choice. And now, I' m making mine."
As the car sped towards the airport, I pulled out my phone and turned it off, leaving him on the sidewalk with his useless car key.
This wasn' t an escape; it was a homecoming.
I was flying towards a future I would build for myself, free from a man who knew the price of everything and the value of nothing. My Life, Their Game: The Second Chance
Sci-fi I was 17, a perfect 1600 on my practice SAT in hand, and my controlling mother, Maria, was smiling.
It was the unsettling, predatory smile that always preceded the worst moments of my first life.
"Hypothetically," she purred, "would you swap that score with Jennifer, just to see your twin sister happy?"
I was a fool then, so desperate for her approval, so blind to the truth, that I said yes.
That "yes" sealed my fate: Jennifer stole my academic success, got into an Ivy League, and became a lauded 'genius' influencer.
I was left with her failing grades, denied every opportunity, condemned to dead-end jobs, and ultimately, died agonizingly young in a hospital bed.
My parents watched me fade, their low voices filled with chilling satisfaction, not grief.
"Stella was born to ensure Jennifer's success," my mother had said, "It's her purpose. She served it well."
That day, I learned my life was a resource pack, a disposable battery for my sister.
But then, darkness turned to blinding light, and I gasped, bolting upright on our floral living room sofa.
The same sun streamed through the window, the dust motes danced as before.
My mother looked up from her phone, that same predatory gleam in her eyes, about to ask the same question.
This time, no.
This time, things would be different. The Second Chance Citadel
Modern The Citadel' s emergency comms system exploded with red alerts.
I was at my post, ready to defend, until I saw the man I loved, Matthew, my fiancé, leading his entire elite team off-campus for a supposed "training exercise."
It was a lie orchestrated by his obsession with Sabrina, the newest recruit they were celebrating in downtown.
In another life, I' d chased after them, only to witness Sabrina' s capture and execution, leading Matthew' s grief-fueled rage to turn on me, ultimately putting a bullet in my head.
This time, I stayed, determined to change our fate, but Matthew' s arrogance and blinding infatuation led to a new nightmare.
He cut me off, refused to believe the attack was real, clinging to his misplaced trust in Sabrina while the Citadel fell, his mother Maria captured and later brutally killed.
Then came the accusation, an echo of my past: Matthew, again consumed by rage and manipulated by Scythe' s lies, aimed his gun at me, blaming me for his mother's death.
Why did he always fall for the trap? How could he be so blind?
But then, a loyal junior agent burst in, exposing Sabrina as the hidden daughter of Scythe' s leader, the true mole who poisoned our team.
As Matthew' s world shattered, his father, Director Lester, stepped in, putting a decisive end to Sabrina' s treachery.
Now, I'm back, armed with knowledge of betrayal and a second chance, tasked with rebuilding the Citadel from ashes.
But the phantom pain of Matthew' s first betrayal and the searing memory of his bullet still haunt me. The Imposter Husband
Modern My mother-in-law, Brenda, a vision of fragile piety, sat pregnant on my porch swing.
Everyone saw a grieving widow; I saw a master manipulator.
Then he arrived-the man who looked exactly like my husband, Mike, but wasn't.
He defended Brenda's fake theatrics, grabbing my arm when I refused her water.
Something inside me snapped. I slapped him.
Brenda' s false shock turned the town against me, labeling me "unhinged."
My imposter "husband" systematically destroyed my memories, even disassembling our baby' s crib.
He called the sheriff, painting me a deranged threat.
At a public ceremony honoring my real husband, Brenda feigned a fall, inducing premature labor.
Amidst the horror, 'Mike' then accused me of infidelity, twisting my miscarriage into a tale of instability.
The town condemned me, believing every word.
I was the villain, the crazy wife; their judgment was a scorching fire.
They thought they saw a monster.
But their entire world was a carefully constructed lie.
And I held the truth.
"There is shame in this family," I declared, my voice cutting through their righteous fury, "but it's not mine."
My methodical vengeance was about to dismantle everything. When Love Became Cruelty
Modern For five years, I chased Marcus Thorne' s ghost.
My husband, a test pilot, vanished, but I refused to believe he was gone.
I sold my house, exhausted my savings, working endless shifts to fund my search.
My last treasure, my father' s telescope, was pawned for a gala ticket-a chance at closure.
At that glittering event, I saw him.
Marcus. Alive.
He smirked beside my stepsister, Izzy Vance.
"She actually did it, Marcus! Pathetic," Izzy scoffed, revealing their cruel prank.
His eyes, tender for Izzy but ice-cold for me, confirmed his betrayal.
He blamed my father for Izzy's fake scar, claiming my family "owed" them.
My five years of grief? A calculated lie to punish me.
They publicly shamed me, then imprisoned me, slowly destroying my spirit.
How could the man I loved orchestrate such monstrous cruelty with my own stepsister?
Every taunt, every manipulation, the deliberate shattering of my father' s telescope-why this relentless torment?
What secret sin warranted such vengeance?
But when they framed me for arson, then abandoned me in the scorching desert with rattlesnake attractant, nearing death, a new fire blazed.
I would not be their casualty. The Silence That Screamed
Mafia My life was a perpetual grind, a blur of diner shifts and endless cleaning jobs.
Every ache, every sleepless night was for him, for Mike, and the "debt" he owed to the terrifying Desert Scorpions motorcycle gang.
Fifty thousand dollars, he said, or they'd kill him.
I sold my mother's locket, praying it would buy his safety, buy our future.
My son, six-year-old Leo, coughed beside me, his asthma worsening, the inhaler almost empty.
I kept telling him, "Mommy's getting the money, sweetie. Daddy's going to be safe, and then we can get you the best doctor."
But one night, Leo's struggle for breath became a desperate fight for air.
Panic seizing me, I scooped up his limp body, clutching the crumpled "debt" money, and ran into the street.
"Children's clinic, fast!" I screamed to the cab driver.
The city lights blurred, Leo gasped, and then, a terrible, final silence filled my arms.
He was gone. My baby was gone.
Numb, I stumbled towards the warehouse Mike described, Leo's cold ashes in my bag, still with the money for his "contact."
But then, Mike's voice drifted out, light and cruel: "This 'Scorpion' scare was genius. Got her working like a dog."
"So, no actual threat?" I heard.
"Nah. Just needed to keep her on the hook. Tiffany's wanting that new kitchen, and Cody's birthday is next month."
My world shattered. Leo died for a lie.
The money felt like poison, his ashes like lead.
A cold, hard resolve solidified in my heart.
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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. She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen
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Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding.
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