Stephany
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When Love Turns to Ash
Gavin My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises. Weeks Before My Wedding, My Fiancé Forgot Only Me
Gavin My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom. The Ex I Forgot: A Lover Turned Enemy
Gavin After a terrifying rock-climbing fall, I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank slate thanks to selective amnesia.
My best friend, Chloe, gently informed me I’d lost all memory of my long-term, now ex-boyfriend, Ethan Cole.
Though I felt nothing for this forgotten man, he and his glamorous, vindictive girlfriend, Bella Rossi, swiftly re-entered my life, each encounter proving more unsettling than the last.
Their malicious disdain for me was palpable.
From Bella staging a fall and Ethan’s shocking physical assault that broke my hand, to his public humiliation of me and Bella’s brazen plagiarism of my baking designs—which Ethan shockingly validated as a judge—it felt like a relentless campaign to destroy me.
Bella even tried to burn me alive at his parents' house, and Ethan left me in the flames.
How could this man, whom I supposedly loved, be so utterly cruel, even after my amnesia wiped him from my mind?
His continuous betrayal, culminating in the public destruction of my career and Bella's desperate attempt to run me over, deepened my bewilderment and pain, leaving me questioning everything.
But in the chaos, a kind, genuine baker named Noah Evans emerged, shielding me, showing me what true love felt like.
And when a final, devastating trauma jolted my memories back, I faced a choice: succumb to the past or embrace the peaceful, loving future Noah offered, cementing my new life far from Ethan's toxic shadow. Beyond Forgiveness: A Wife's Vengeance
Gavin For ten years, Julian Thorne, the Silicon Valley titan, was my world.
He came into my life when I was a nobody, busking on the streets, and transformed me into a princess, envied by every woman in the country.
He promised me forever, fighting his powerful family to marry me, treating me like the most precious thing in existence.
But that fairy tale shattered the moment Bethany Greene entered the picture, and six months was all it took for him to erase a decade of devotion.
My husband, once full of warmth, became a stranger who looked at me with cold fury.
He accused me of manipulating Bethany into leaving him, spitting "Liar" with disgust.
He played a video of my younger brother, Finn, on life support, threatening to pull the plug if I didn' t convince Bethany to return.
"He' s a vegetable that' s costing me a fortune," he said coldly, as I begged him not to.
The pain of knowing I might lose Finn, my only family, was unbearable, but the true horror was yet to come.
As I pretended to call Bethany, a sharp, cramping pain shot through my abdomen.
I was bleeding.
"Julian, please… help me," I whispered, terrified, realizing I might be losing our baby.
He dismissed it as drama, then his face lit up with a genuine smile when Bethany called his phone.
He left without a second glance, instructing the butler to lock me in the meditation room, confident I was just trying to manipulate him.
Hours later, alone, bleeding, and pounding on the locked door, I felt the life I was carrying slip away.
My baby was gone, lost because the man I loved condemned me.
When I woke in a sterile hospital room, Bethany was there, clinging to Julian, fabricating a story about me harassing her parents.
He believed her instantly, his eyes cold and unmoved, denying we' d ever had a baby.
"Lost what baby? Scarlett, stop making up stories to get attention."
He watched impassively as Bethany forced me to apologize for something I hadn' t done, her triumphant smirk a knife to my heart.
Then, he dropped the final bombshell, "I'm divorcing you."
He even had his lawyer tell me he expected me to wait patiently for him to return after his "fling" with Bethany was over.
That was the moment everything snapped into brutal clarity.
My love for him, which had endured so much, finally burned to ashes, leaving only a cold, hard resolve.
I signed the divorce papers, picked up the plane ticket, and looked him straight in the eye: "I don' t want you to love me anymore. I' m done."
And with that, I walked out, leaving Julian and his new obsession behind, ready to disappear and never look back. My Savior, My Obsession
Gavin I was planning my wedding to Ethan Carter, the man I adored.
On the eve of our vows, he burned my family’s home to the ground.
He wasn't my loving fiancé; he was a monster hell-bent on revenge, blaming my surgeon father for his parents' deaths.
He shattered my father's career, bankrupted us, and forced me to become a servant to his cruel new fiancée.
He delighted in my suffering, completely unaware of the devastating irony.
The heart beating in my chest wasn't my own.
It was a transplant, and his relentless torture was causing it to fail.
I finally died.
But I woke up again, as a child. And this time, my parents remembered the horror too.
We spent years building a new, safe life.
I even found real love with a kind man named Liam.
I was finally happy.
Then, yesterday, the man who murdered me walked into my classroom, his eyes full of regret, convinced our story deserved a second chance. The Saint and The Monster: A Husband's Double Life
Gavin I thought I had it all. A brilliant tech genius husband, Ethan Caldwell, a New York penthouse, and a baby on the way. My life felt like a perfect dream.
Then Ethan announced a "catastrophic business failure," plunging us into poverty in a cramped Queens apartment. Five years later, working a Gala, I saw him again. A celebrated "miracle benefactor," he presented the very diamond bracelet he'd promised me to Victoria Vanderbilt—the woman he'd secretly always loved.
All my sacrifices, Leo's quiet deprivations—they were an elaborate lie. He'd been building an empire for *her*. The betrayal escalated: Ethan demanded Leo be a kidney donor for Victoria's son. Later, Victoria orchestrated a kidnapping, and Ethan, dismissing my desperate pleas, coldly told the abductors to "teach me a lesson" and hung up.
How could the man I loved, Leo's father, be such a monstrous, heartless betrayer? His casual disregard for our very lives, his ultimate abandonment during our terror, left me shattered. Was our entire marriage truly just a cruel, convenient sham for him?
Watching my son suffer due to his father's depravity, something inside me ignited. Not broken, but fiercely resolved. I would escape his toxic world, protect Leo, and build a real, peaceful life for us, whatever it took. We were leaving. For good. Betrayal's Bitter Harvest
Gavin The anesthesia was a thick fog, but the voices cut through it.
"Is she going to be okay?" That was Mark, my boyfriend, a rising musician.
"She' ll be fine. She gave you a kidney, Mark, she can handle a little post-op pain." That was Jessica, his new manager.
My blood ran cold. A kidney. I' d donated a kidney to save his life, worked three jobs, sold my art, used family connections, all for his dream.
Then the words that shattered my world.
"She was a good stepping stone, Mark. She got you where you needed to be. But you can' t have a sick, tired artist clinging to you when you' re about to become a star. You need… Jessica' s Lullaby."
Jessica's Lullaby. Our lullaby, a deeply personal melody from my childhood that I rewrote just for him. He had given her our song.
He didn't just take my kidney, he stole my art, my trust, everything. Even when he came back to the hospital, publicly proposing with cheap roses and a camera crew, it was a sham. Jessica staged an illness, and he abandoned me, rushed to her side, his devotion clear for all to see.
The man I loved had betrayed me, not just by stealing my art, but by commodifying my sacrifice, casting me aside as a mere stepping stone.
My heart was a hollowed-out cavity. But in that emptiness, a cold, hard rage began to burn.
He thought I was just a stepping stone. He was about to find out how wrong he was. I reached for my phone, scrolling for David, the head of a rival record label.
"David," I said, my voice raspy but firm. "It' s Sarah. I have a proposition for you."