After the Divorce My Husband Regrets Deeply

The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

Beyond Betrayal: Reclaiming Her Legacy

I stood outside my apartment, key in hand, preparing for my late mother's annual charity gala-the most important night of my year. Suddenly, Liam's voice seeped through the wood-my boyfriend of four years. "Don't worry, Chloe. I'll handle her." He confessed he was canceling on my gala for my manipulative cousin, proudly declaring he' d "manage" me. My world shattered. Four years of my life, a carefully constructed façade, all for a favor to Chloe. He didn't inquire about my well-being, only about public appearances. Chloe later brazenly flaunted him online, laying public claim. The betrayal deepened when they explicitly left me behind for a family trip, Liam's car overflowing with Chloe' s luggage, with no room for me. My uncle then explicitly warned me to stay in my "lane," sneeringly dismissing me. The ultimate humiliation came when Chloe shoved me into the pool, shrieking I tried to drown her, while Liam rushed to her rescue, leaving me to sink. Could this truly be my life? Constantly dismissed, betrayed, abandoned, and blamed for the cruelties of others? The injustice burned, transforming my grief into a cold, hard clarity. But then, a sleek black Tesla glided to a stop beside me. "Need a ride, Clara?" Julian Vance, a figure from my distant past, calmly asked. He didn't just save me from walking; he dropped a bombshell that ripped through my two-faced family' s schemes, revealing a secret engagement and finally arming me with the power to reclaim my life.

No More Her Invisible Man

The charity gala flashed smiling faces, then settled on a couple. My Olivia was laughing, her head titled towards Ryan Stone. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a real kiss, slow and deliberate, for everyone to see. I stood in the shadows by the exit, holding her coat. For eight years, I was the man she came home to. In public, I was just her personal assistant. Then, at Ryan' s birthday party, my world shattered. He falsely accused me of stealing his newly gifted diamond watch-a setup, a cruel, orchestrated performance. Olivia watched, cold and impassive, then lent her voice to the lie: "Ethan, just give it back. You know how much Ryan loved that watch. You even said you liked it yourself, remember? When you saw it in the magazine." Her words were a final, brutal blow. I was stripped bare, literally, in front of the crowd, searched for a watch planted by Ryan' s friend. The humiliation was a physical thing, a hot wave of shame that washed over me. No one spoke, no one helped, not even the woman I' d devoted eight years of my life to. She just watched, then walked away with him, leaving me utterly broken. The next day, a grainy video of me being searched was everywhere. The headlines were brutal: "Tech Mogul's Gold-Digging Assistant Caught Stealing." My life was over. Olivia then issued a statement, officially erasing me from her life, denying any personal relationship. It was perfectly managed, the damage control complete. But as I packed my things, knowing I was done being her invisible man, I recorded Ryan' s confession. And then, I walked out of that old life, straight towards a new beginning, ready to find out if she' d finally notice I was gone.

The Ring I Sold For Freedom

On the first anniversary of my daughter Maya's death, I went to her grave, feeling the chilling Chicago wind but nothing else. My husband, Ethan, was supposed to be with me, but he texted that "something urgent" came up. When I returned to our penthouse, the sound of a child' s laughter filled our home. It wasn't a memory. There, on our sofa, was Ethan, not alone. A woman with bleached blonde hair, Nicole, sat beside him with a toddler, Leo, on his lap. My breath hitched. The boy had Ethan' s eyes. Ethan, caught off guard, stumbled through introductions. "He's my son," he finally admitted. On the day Maya died, he brought his new family into our home, her home. Then his parents, cold and powerful, delivered their ultimatum: "You will not divorce him. You will forgive him, accept the situation, and give him another child. Or you will never see Maya's grave again." My daughter's final resting place, held hostage. The thought was suffocating. I felt trapped, betrayed, consumed by an injustice that left me numb, yet screaming internally. How could they do this? How could he do this? But a mother's love knows no bounds. I would not let them take Maya from me again. I began selling everything: my valuable art, heirlooms, even my wedding ring. I needed the money to buy Maya a new plot, a final resting place far away from the Scotts, a place that was just ours.

Woke Up to Yesterday's Terror

The last thing I saw was Old Man Hemlock' s leering face before darkness consumed me. I died, my leg broken, sold by my own family. My father beat me, my brother tied me up, my mother screamed I was a curse. All over a credit card statement for baby supplies. I was just trying to help, saving them money with Black Friday deals. Then, I woke up. In my bed. My leg healed. It was Friday, November 24th. Black Friday. The exact day it all went wrong. My mother's voice drifted up: "Sarah? You up? Did you get those orders placed? For Jessica' s baby things?" I was back. I knew what came next: the rage, the accusations, the violence. When my mom snatched my phone and saw the bank app- $487.00-her face contorted. "Are you trying to ruin us? Again?!" she shrieked, calling me a "curse" and a "financial drain." My sister-in-law appeared, her kindness replaced by dawning horror, quickly calling my dad and brother. The same nightmare began to unfold. How could a few hundred dollars, spent on things they asked for, trigger such overwhelming hate? What hidden poison lay within that innocent financial number that turned my family into monsters? I died wondering, and now I was living the horror again, completely baffled. What was I missing? I fled, screaming for help from our quiet Rust Belt town, desperate to expose their monstrous plan before history repeated itself. But would anyone believe a terrified girl claiming her family wants to sell her to Old Man Hemlock? And what if there was a deeper truth, a past my memory had erased, that explained their terrifying reaction? My rebirth wasn't just a second chance, but a hunt for forgotten family secrets, a revelation that could either save me or condemn us all.

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."

Beg For My Love, Cold-Hearted CEO

Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

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?"

Mated to My Fiancé's Rival Alpha

Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous. "I need help,"she whispered. Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you." Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel. Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war? Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down? When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul?

I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.