Abandoned by Husband and Son

My five-year-old son Walker made his birthday wish after blowing out the candles, his innocent words cutting deep: "Daddy, Aurelia is old-fashioned and ugly. I want Aunt Louisa to be my mom." Fletcher didn’t stand up for me. He simply smiled and wished that Walker’s dream would come true. That night, I drove away from the estate, and Rodrigo, the security guard, greeted me politely, "Ma'am, heading out to get medicine for Mr. Stevens and the little one again? When will you be back?" I glanced at the home I'd lived in for a decade, and without a hint of regret, I replied, "I won't be coming back." When Walker made his birthday wish, the room seemed to freeze. My smile faltered, and I instinctively turned to Fletcher, expecting him to back me up as he always had, but he didn’t correct Walker. Instead, he gently told him, "Then I hope your wish comes true." Walker, thrilled by Fletcher’s response, clapped his hands excitedly. "I'm going to have a new mommy!" Even though I knew kids speak without filter, Walker’s words cut me deeply. He used to love me as his mother, but everything changed with Louisa's arrival.

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Fletcher and Walker both suffer from a hereditary stomach condition, and it took me ages to find a good remedy using herbal medicine. But ever since Louisa said, "How can herbal medicine compare to modern medicine?" Fletcher took it to heart. More than once, he dumped the herbal remedy I painstakingly prepared and urged me to heed Louisa's advice.

Walker mirrored his behavior, gradually rejecting both me and the remedies, just like Fletcher. Today is Walker's birthday, and Fletcher's repeated insults have worn me down. My lips turned pale as I was about to speak, but then Walker lunged at me unexpectedly.

I was caught off guard, and Walker's sharp teeth nearly pierced the flesh of my hand. This was the first time I'd ever been angry with him in his five years. "Walker, let go!" I shouted.

But he wouldn't listen, biting even harder, his eyes filled with a bitterness that seemed bent on destroying me. I closed my eyes, my long lashes trembling intensely, and my heart sank into a calm and cold despair. When Walker finally released his grip, he didn't miss the chance to glare at me with disdain.

"Aurelia, look at yourself—you’re plain and ugly, nothing like Aunt Louisa."

"Walker is just a child; his bites won't really hurt. Handle it yourself," Fletcher chimed in almost at the same time as Walker.

Neither father nor son said anything I wanted to hear. I blinked away the urge to cry and turned to find the first-aid kit. Fletcher slammed the bedroom door shut with a loud "bang" behind him.

As I disinfected the wound on my hand, I didn't pay attention to the pressure, and it hurt so much that tears sprang to my eyes. I remembered the first year Fletcher and I were dating when I accidentally cut my hand while chopping vegetables. It was just a small cut, but he went pale with worry.

That was a wintry evening when Fletcher took me to the hospital for stitches. The staff couldn't help but chuckle at Fletcher for being such a young and anxious boyfriend. Fletcher felt embarrassed, saying he lost his wits because he cared too much about me.

When I found out I was pregnant, Fletcher was thrilled and promised he would always take care of me and our child. After a severe hemorrhage during Walker’s birth almost ended my life, Fletcher had a vasectomy the next day. He used to love me deeply until Louisa came into our lives.

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Elena Miller spent three years trying to be the wife Adrian Blackwood didn't know he had. She was the one who saved his company from a lawsuit no one knew about. The one who took a car to the hip so he wouldn't. The one who picked up his blood pressure medication every month for three years and placed it on his nightstand without a word. She was eight weeks pregnant the night he made her kneel in his garden, in the pouring rain, picking up the broken pieces of a necklace another woman had given him. When he was done with her, he handed her a dirty handkerchief and told her to throw it away. By the next morning, she'd lost the baby on his kitchen floor while he checked on the woman he'd been waiting twelve years for. By the end of the week, she'd signed the divorce papers with two words in the settlement column: "Net zero." She walked out of his life with nothing. She came back owning everything. Because Elena Miller was a name she'd borrowed. Her real name is Elena Vance, and the little girl who saved his life in a snowstorm twelve years ago — the one he's owed his every breath to ever since — wasn't the woman he kept in his bed for the past decade. It was the woman he kept on her knees.

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Abandoned at the IPO Bell

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The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed midnight as I rifled through Ryan's meticulously organized desk drawers. Tomorrow was our big day—the culmination of eight years of blood, sweat, and code. Our tech startup, born in Ryan's Silicon Valley garage with nothing but laptops and dreams, would finally go public. I needed the final IPO filing documents for one last review before we rang the NASDAQ bell together. "Where did you put them, Ryan?" I muttered, sliding open another drawer in his home office. My fingers brushed against something that felt out of place—a false bottom. Curious, I pressed gently, and the panel gave way, revealing a hidden compartment. My heart quickened. This wasn't like Ryan, who prided himself on transparency, at least with me. Inside lay a stack of cream-colored envelopes, each sealed with the same elegant script: "Yours, I." I.

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After My Groom Saved His Mistress on Our Wedding Day

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The morning light streaming through the Plaza Hotel's bridal suite windows should have felt like a blessing. Instead, it illuminated the wreckage of eight years. Lance's phone wouldn't stop buzzing on the vanity. He'd left it there when he went downstairs to check on the reception setup, and the insistent vibration scraped against my nerves like nails on glass. I was adjusting my veil when the screen lit up again. And again. H: Please don't do this H: I can't live without you H: If you marry her, I'll jump. I swear I will. My fingers went numb. I scrolled up, watching months of my life rewrite themselves in real time.

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Betrayed By Love: The Genius's Revenge

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For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room. Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her. At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister. When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death. Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop. Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed. "I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused." She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear. "My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened." As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.

Action Modern Romance

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From Lies to Divorce

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The plastic bag crinkled against my palm as Cameron thrust it toward me, his smile stretched wide across his face like he'd just presented me with the crown jewels. "Happy birthday, Em. I picked these out myself." I stared at the wrinkled grocery bag, the kind we used for trash, and felt something cold settle in my stomach. This was it? After three years of marriage, this was how my twenty-eighth birthday began? "Go on, open it," Cameron urged, settling onto our threadbare couch with the satisfied air of a man who'd just solved world hunger. "I think you'll really like what I found." My fingers trembled as I reached inside, pulling out a floral sundress. The fabric felt soft enough, a cheerful yellow pattern that might have been pretty once. Might have been, if it hadn't reeked of someone else's perfume – something floral and expensive that made my nose wrinkle. "There's more," Cameron said, watching my face intently.

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Glamorous After Divorce: The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Designer

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Nicole Bush spent three years devoting herself to Samuel Green and loving him like crazy, never believing he would ever cheat on her. Not until, Nicole found out Samuel's ex girlfriend had returned and she was even pregnant for him. As if that was not heartbreaking enough, Nicole was forced to divorce Samuel by his girlfriend and she got burnt in a flame afterwards. Nicole returned five years later as a famous designer and a better version of herself. Not only that, but she also brought a child with her. Now, her only mission is to take revenge on the people who maltreated her and had a hand in her death in the past including her heartless ex-husband, Samuel Green.

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