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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Requiem of A Broken Heart
Sirius
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."----------------
"He broke my heart. He shattered my essence. He crushed my soul."
~Dina Husseini
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"I'm sorry, Càra. I'm really so sorry," Dominic's voice, filled with regret, reached my ears as I turned around, not wanting to face him.
"Don't call me that, Dominic. I'm not your darling," I replied firmly, my emotions raw and unfiltered.
My naive self had once believed that I meant something to him, but reality had shattered that illusion. He was the notorious playboy, Dominic Russo, and for him, a woman's feelings were just another conquest. How foolish I had been to think otherwise.
I refused to break down in front of him, to show him how vulnerable I am. No, not this time. "I don't want to talk to you right now," I declared firmly.
Without waiting for his response, I turned around, intending to leave the room. But just as I was about to make my escape, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.
He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek tenderly, as if I were precious to him. But deep down, I knew I was only fooling myself.
"Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you?" His voice was tinged with desperation, but this time he stabbed my heart deeply, shattered it into countless pieces.
His tender touch and earnest words were like salt in my wounds, a painful reminder of the love I had foolishly believed in. In that moment, I realized that there was nothing he could do to mend the brokenness he had caused. The damage was irreparable, and I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart alone.
