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Saving Her, Breaking Us
Short stories The day I saw Jared Stanley's interview, I filed for divorce and moved out of the perfectly maintained home I'd shared with him for three years.
In that interview, Jared said his biggest regret in life was that, in a life-or-death situation, he instinctively protected what he called his most "precious national asset."
The "asset" he protected wasn't me, his wife. It was his "fragile" colleague, Bailee Brooks.
Two days later, at the global press conference for the G20 summit.
The same renowned war correspondent asked me the same question.
"Ms. Quinn, as a top-tier simultaneous interpreter, what would you say is the professional principle you are most proud of?"
I looked directly at Jared sitting in the front row.
"True professionalism is knowing that my husband risked his life to protect his mistress, and still being able to calmly, as the lead interpreter, accurately convey the commands that would ultimately save him." Come Back, My Love
Short stories In a marriage of three years that existed in name only, Eva gave her heart fully.
Just as Jake was finally starting to be moved by her sincerity, his first love, Ryann, returned.
Without hesitation, Jake chose Ryann.
Eva, devastated and feeling as if all hope was lost, made the tough decision to divorce him and went abroad to further her studies alone.
However, once she left, Jake came to a startling realization of his deep feelings for her that had been buried in his heart and also saw through Ryann's true deceitful nature.
Filled with regret, he wanted to win Eva back but underestimated the unyielding resolve and formidable determination of a woman.
This time, Eva was determined to move forward without looking back. She Married Another Guy after Giving Birth to her Ex-husband's Baby
Short stories In the third year of their marriage, Lachlan Begum became infatuated with his new secretary, Cassie Quinn
She was open and bold. Her personal motto was "Fortune favors the bold."
In bed, she knew countless different positions, and outside of it, she accompanied Lachlan in various thrilling activities.
While he went out with Cassie, he maintained the facade of a devoted husband by fabricating where he had been to Nicola Hayes. "I'm not coming home tonight. I was drunk, so I'm sleeping at the office."
Cassie chuckled beside him. She said with a hint of teasing provocation, "When are you going to divorce that boring old woman?"
The call ended abruptly.
Unbeknownst to them, Nicola was sitting in the Obstetrics and Gynecology department and staring at the pregnancy report at her fingertips. She had been pregnant for six weeks.
After she left the hospital, she called her brother, Jerold Hayes, who was a lawyer. "Jerold, I need you to make a divorce agreement for me."
Jerold paused briefly and then asked, "Are you sure about this?"
Nicola replied calmly, "Yes. I'm pregnant. I plan to keep the baby myself." From Underworld to Crown
Short stories My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful.
His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video.
In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married."
Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family."
I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned."
"Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group." The 1314th Jilted Bride
Short stories For ten years I planned our dream wedding-over and over-while my CEO fiancé Kody Morgan found ways to miss every single one.
Ever since Tonya Buckley, his childhood sweetheart, returned to the country, my wedding had become a ticking time bomb.
She caused a scene on the eve of my wedding, and Kody always stood me up.
This last time, Tonya cut her finger, and a few drops of blood spilled dramatically.
Kody anxiously ran red lights, risking everything to rush her to the ER, insisting the doctor check her carefully.
Meanwhile, I faced the guests' derisive stares and received only Kody's dismissive excuse.
"Does it have to be today? We've canceled the wedding so many times already, let's reschedule for next weekend. Tonya passes out at the sight of blood, so I need to stay with her. I really hope you understand."
He reminisces about their childhood bond, granting Tonya every request, while neglecting me.
Actually, I didn't have to marry him.
When his absence became a pattern, I chose a man who'd actually appear. Sir, I Won
Short stories She was a girl from humble beginnings, while he was the heir to a billion-dollar fortune. What started as a spiteful pursuit soon entangled them in a web of interests.
To him, she was merely a companion for his whims; to her, he was a stepping stone, a partner in their charade. He discarded her for his idealized first love, even allowing others to humiliate her in public, unaware she was already carrying his child.
Despite the abuse, insults, and online harassment, she appeared fragile and tearful, all the while secretly gathering evidence and discreetly reallocating assets.
When he got engaged to his idealized first love, she, pregnant and determined, disappeared overnight, leaving behind a box of shocking revelations.
By the time he realized his mistakes, he was left drained of his value, left physically and emotionally devastated by an accident, and deserted by those he once trusted.
In the end, she returned with their son, armed with a paternity test, and made a triumphant return to the company, a smile lighting up her face. An Unforgettable Ex
Short stories On our seventh anniversary, I inadvertently stumbled upon a hidden confession in Liam's public Facebook post.
It was his unrequited love for Destinee.
I realized then that the initials letters on our wedding rings were never meant to stand for Liam and Divya, but for his unwavering longing for Destinee.
He was eager to marry me on a holiday, not out of love, but because Destinee was also getting married to someone else that day.
"Divya, what is the fuss again?" Liam asked, standing at the door.
I turned to face him calmly and said, "Liam, let's break up."
He furrowed his brows slightly, trying to snatch the phone from my hand as he entered the room, only to find that I had already saved a screenshot.
"Why are you so upset about an old post?" A Vow to Part
Short stories A text message came through, accompanied by five incriminating photos-entwined lingerie, fingers tightly interlocked, crumpled sheets clutched in a fist, a blurred reflection in the bathroom...
This wasn't the first time Rona received such provocation.
The large hand gripping another woman's wrist so tightly it seemed to embed into her flesh-she instantly recognized it as belonging to his longtime love since childhood, Darren.
She glanced at the date on the photos, realizing it coincided with their third anniversary of being together.
On that day, Rona received an emergency call from the hospital, informing her of Darren's car accident.
In a panic, she raced through three red lights to get there, only to witness Darren rushing into the emergency room, holding his blood-soaked secretary, Khloe.
Without any explanation, he vanished for nine days, finally reappearing with another woman by his side.
It was rumored that she had sustained severe injuries and memory loss while saving Darren, leading to a deep dependency on him.
Feeling guilty, Darren showered her with tenderness, staying by her side constantly out of deep gratitude for saving his life.
Rona let out a cold laugh and closed the message thread. She finally texted her persistently nagging mother, "I agree to the family-arranged marriage."
But before leaving, Rona intended to prepare three significant gifts for Darren. My Fiancé Married Another Woman, and I Married his Enemy
Short stories My Oliver Group went bankrupt, my father jumped from the building, and my fiancé, Connor Dale, sent me to the psychiatric hospital.
He came to see me with a wedding invitation. He was getting married to my step-sister, Madeline Oliver. He said with a smile, "Brenna, everything your family has, including your business achievement, belongs to us now."
I died with hatred on that cold hospital bed. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before all the tragedies had happened.
When Madeline came to recognize her identity to me, I slapped her across the face and said, "Get lost!"
When Connor, the scumbag, proposed to me, I tore up the engagement contract in front of everyone. "Who do you think you are?"
This time, I proactively walked up to Jacob Harrison, who was said to be cold-hearted and ruthless and controlled the entire business empire.
Everyone feared him, but only I knew that he held my gravestone for a whole night after I died in a fire in my previous life. A Crown of Strength
Short stories Everyone said Xander Fuller loved me deeply.
If it had been a day earlier, I would have believed it too.
But then I saw him through the hospital window, holding a sobbing woman tightly in his arms. "Don't overthink it! She's just your stand-in. If I didn't play the part, what if my enemies went after you? Thank goodness the explosion didn't hurt you, or I'd regret it forever!"
I looked down at my scarred hands and gave a bitter smile.
When my life hung by a thread, Xander saved me and gave me a love that felt one-of-a-kind.
Back then, I naively thought I had found happiness.
But when enemies kidnapped and tortured me to threaten him, he acted indifferent, even showing a hint of relief in his eyes.
I didn't understand why back then, but now it all made sense.
I touched my mother's portrait and dialed a number I hadn't called in ages.
That night, bodyguards surrounded the hospital entrance, bowing respectfully to me. "Welcome back, Miss!" Second Cut
Short stories In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife.
After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me."
Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job.
He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life."
I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced." My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again. I Ruined my Ex-husband and my Best Friend after a Divorce
Short stories I once believed that after enduring hardships, we would finally savor the sweetness of life once my husband, Rhett, completed his PhD.
However, on the day of his graduation, he shocked me by filing for divorce, accusing me of deceiving him into marriage by hiding a family illness.
What shattered my heart even more was that my best friend, Emeline, who was also my lawyer, "mistakenly" presented crucial evidence in court, leading to my defeat and leaving me completely penniless and homeless.
Wandering the streets with nothing, I sought out Emeline, only to overhear an earth-shattering truth outside her door.
It turned out they had been together all along and even had a child. They had conspired to accuse me of being the sick one to completely discard me.
Seven years of dedication and friendship were all lies, leaving only cold fury in my heart.
Quietly, I gathered solid proof to prove my innocence and returned to the courtroom.
This time, I was determined to hold them accountable for their deceit! My Husband Forgot Me
Short stories I was there with my husband when we started from scratch, moving from a rundown shack to a massive mansion.
On the day the company went public, he showed up at the celebration with a young woman on his arm.
He introduced her to the crowd, "This is my love, Ms. Barrett."
Someone asked, "What about your wife?"
He just smiled. "That old ball and chain at home? She doesn't belong at an event like this."
I stood quietly at the back of the crowd, holding a glass of champagne.
Then the screen behind him lit up, starting a video about the company's history.
At the end of the video, a chart of the company's ownership structure appeared.
My name and photo were clearly under the "Largest Shareholder" section, with a 51% stake.
A clip started playing. A younger version of my husband, looking shy, said, "Everything I have, I owe to my wife. Without her, none of this would exist." 
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