The First Lady's Fury

The Wife He Left To Drown

I took a bullet for my husband, Christian. As his loyal shield, it was my duty, but his only concern as I bled out was for his fragile "sister," Gisselle. Days later, we were both kidnapped and trapped on a yacht rigged with a bomb. The captors gave Christian a choice: he could only save one of us. He didn't hesitate. "Save Gisselle first!" he screamed across the water. With her safe, he had the audacity to order me, the wife he'd just condemned to die, to save us all. "Alexandra, the bomb! Disarm it! Now!" After years of taking blows for him, after secretly losing our child while protecting his interests, this was my value? A disposable tool to be used and discarded. I stared at the blinking red light, the seconds ticking away. This time, I wouldn't save him. I would let the world believe I was dead, and finally start living for myself.

Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Don's Lost Wife

For five years, my husband Bennett refused to give me a child, claiming a "Blood Curse" would kill me during childbirth. I believed him. I thought his refusal was the ultimate act of love. That illusion shattered the day I found the surrogacy contract hidden in the gallery archives. There was no curse. There was just Aria—the mistress he paid to carry his legacy while I played the role of the immaculate, barren trophy wife. The truth turned violent when a massive steel sculpture snapped from the gallery ceiling. Bennett had a split second to choose who to save. He didn't look at me. He roared and dove to shield Aria, leaving me to be crushed by the falling beam. I lay bleeding on the marble floor, watching him frantically check her for scratches, completely ignoring my broken body. Even in the hospital, he didn't come. He was too busy playing house with the mother of his future heir. I didn't wait for an apology. I left my wedding ring on the table and vanished to Paris. Six months later, when Bennett finally found me and fell to his knees begging for a second chance, he didn't realize who he was talking to. I wasn't his wife anymore. I was the woman holding the hand of the rival billionaire who had just bought Bennett's empire out from under him.

My Fiance's Deadly Betrayal

A week before my wedding, my fiancé' s sister-in-law, Kimberlee, ran me off a bridge. As I lay dying in the wreckage, my fiancé, Deacon, rushed past me to comfort her, barking at the paramedics to prioritize her "superficial" shock over my fatal injuries. He forced my crushed hand to sign a waiver absolving her of all fault, then left me to die in the rain. "She's just trying to get attention," he muttered. "Kimberlee is the priority. She almost died." I watched as a ghost while he ignored the pleas of my colleagues to perform the life-saving surgery I needed. He even told my mentor he wished I were dead. Then, he proposed to Kimberlee with my ring. My love for him finally shattered. I was dead, my career was being destroyed, and my murderer was wearing my ring. But death wasn't the end. It was a front-row seat to their betrayal, and I was tethered to the man who let me die, forced to watch every single moment.

The Heiress’s Fall, Her Rise to Love

My coming-out party should have been the most glittering night of my life. As Chloe Davis, the Davis fortune' s true heiress, perched at the top of the grand staircase, I was the picture of cool, collected perfection in my silver silk gown. Then, everything shattered. The ballroom' s elegant music died, replaced by gasps as a grainy video flashed across the screens, showing me in a hotel room with a man who was not my fiancé. Humiliation burned through me, absolute and suffocating, as whispers turned to a roar of judgment. I fled, desperate for comfort, to my fiancé Liam Sterling' s penthouse, only to overhear him boast, "She deserved it," revealing the public disgrace was a calculated plan with my adopted sister, Sophia. The world spun, the betrayal a bitter choke in my throat. I escaped his apartment, returning home only to be slapped by my mother and banished to Europe by my parents, who watched with disgust. They had chosen Sophia over me. Days later, Liam appeared at my bedroom door, playing the concerned fiancé, claiming it was all a misunderstanding while Sophia texted me intimate photos of them. My last shred of hope withered when I called him, only to hear Sophia' s seductive voice in the background, telling him to "come back to bed." Then came the ultimate cruelty: Sophia' s staged fall down the stairs, followed by Liam's cold, calculating words to the guards, "Your eyes, Chloe, will be a perfect match." I woke to darkness, bandages covering my eyes. Liam spun a sick tale of my eye being donated to a blind child, while Sophia' s punishment for orchestrating everything was a single day of "grounding." The injustice was a physical weight, but the worst was yet to come. Accused of stealing Sophia' s necklace, I was dragged to an icy pond by Liam who, finding out I was pregnant, forced me into the freezing water to miscarry. I heard him confess afterwards, "Of course I did it on purpose. Now there's nothing standing in our way." The last bit of me broke, replaced by a cold, silent resolve. I called Julian Thorne.

From Coma to Clarity: A Wife's Reckoning

The screech of tires, then black. I woke up in a void, a sterile blue screen floating before me, informing me I was Ava Miller, critically comatose, and tasked with a "Life Reformation" mission. One hundred missions, healing me 1% at a time, fulfilled the regrets of strangers. Ninety-eight down, and I was almost free, almost back to my life, my career, my husband Liam. Then mission 99 dropped. The client: Liam Stone. His request? To erase the public proposal that started our love story in high school. My love story. My heart pounded, disbelieving. It had to be a cruel twist, a cosmic joke. But then his tired, weary voice filled the silence. "I'm just so, so tired of this marriage. Seeing you lying in that bed... it's a burden. The whole thing was a mistake. Ava was always a bit much, so intense, so dramatic. Chloe was just... easy." And the final blow: "She let herself go even before the accident. There were stretch marks on her stomach... she looks like a corpse." He was speaking about me, the unconscious woman he vowed to cherish. The vibrant, loving man I married found my very existence sickening. The betrayal was a physical ache, a venomous poison seeping into my core. All my efforts, all my pain, all the lives I had changed-just to get back to him, only for him to declare me an intolerable burden, a mistake he wished to undo. A cold, hard resolve crystallized within me. He had shattered my heart, but he wouldn't take my life with it. My path to waking up, my only hope, depended on fulfilling his cruel, humiliating wish. With trembling fingers, I typed my reply: "I'll do it."

Revenge on My Deceitful Ex

The last thing I remembered from my first life was the cold, damp despair of a prison cell. I was Dr. Ethan Blackwood, once a celebrated heart surgeon, slowly dying from a treatable infection. My life ended because of a single surgery, a complex heart transplant, and the betrayal of my ex-wife, Dr. Olivia Hayes, and her protégé, Liam Davis. They stitched a narrative of my instability and rage, painting me as a villain who abandoned his patient for personal vendettas, leading to Councilman Thompson' s death. I was convicted of medical malpractice and involuntary manslaughter, my license revoked, my reputation shattered, my life utterly destroyed. How could my trusted colleagues, who witnessed the truth, stand by and let such an egregious lie destroy me? Then, my eyes snapped open. I was back. In scrubs. Standing in the scrub room next to Operating Room 3, on the very day the tragedy had first unfolded.

My New Husband Is Too Dangerous To Love!

Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

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!"

The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think

Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."

The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers

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."

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.