After Discovering His Affair Account I Divorced Him
When I mentioned I was feeling under the weather, Andrew drove through a snowstorm just to see me. From then on, except when it was a matter of principle, this gesture became his ticket to forgiveness. That was until I accidentally discovered his chat records. "The other day, I had a physical need. She was cleaner than the usual ones I hang out with."
"Women are always touched by little gestures. Act more emotional and they'll stick with you."
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As I reached for the fruit on the table, Andrew subtly angled his phone away from my view. My gut instinct immediately screamed he was cheating. I realized I hadn't checked Andrew’s phone in ages. When we first got together, I was filled with insecurity and often asked to see his phone to ensure he wasn’t seeing anyone else. Andrew never seemed bothered; he simply smiled and added my fingerprint to his access settings, letting me check it anytime.
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Chapter 3
The next day, after dinner, Andrew was busy editing photos on his computer. As evening rolled in, his phone buzzed unexpectedly. He glanced at the screen and, with a calm demeanor, took the call into the bathroom. Moments later, he reappeared, swiftly changing into different clothes, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Seeing my curious glance, he pressed his lips together in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
"Hey, hon, a client's just called in with a last-minute gig, and I might be gone for a couple of days."
"That urgent? We were about to have dinner."
"Yeah, their usual photographer backed out last minute, and a friend suggested me. I'll grab a bite to eat when I'm out."
"Alright, take care, love."
While this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, it had never been quite this rushed before. Outwardly, I maintained my usual demeanor, but internally, I decided I would tail him later. Andrew came over and kissed my forehead.
"For you and our home, pushing myself a bit more is worth it."
"Don't stay up waiting for me tonight. I probably won't be back. Make sure to eat properly and ease my worries."
A wave of nausea hit me. How had I missed his acting talents all this time? After Andrew left, I couldn't help but feel sick. Scenes from our years together played like a movie reel in my mind. The Andrew I knew seemed like a different person now, not matching the man standing before me.
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But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash.
When she furiously turned to leave, a drunk former client attacked her in the hallway, tearing her white dress open and pinning her by the throat.
She fought back, stabbing the man's hand with a pen, only for Christian to emerge from the shadows and brutally crush the attacker's bleeding hand under his heel.
Instead of letting her go, Christian draped his heavy suit jacket over her exposed skin, trapped her in his dark suite, and forced her to sign a suffocating contract.
"You have exactly ninety days, or I will personally ensure you cease to exist in my city."
She thought she could just keep her head down, teach his nephew, and survive.
But she didn't understand why this terrifying underground tyrant was suddenly so fixated on her.
Why did he use his immense power to isolate her, publicly claim her at a billionaire gala, and track her every move?
When she received a chilling midnight text demanding she pack her bags and move into his sprawling estate by 8:00 AM, the terrifying reality set in.
She hadn't escaped the wolf. She had just walked directly into his cage.
8.6
Elena who grew up in the countryside was brought back to the city only to be used and abandoned by her very own family. Used in replacement for her sister and finding out the truth from years ago, will Elena seek revenge? What happens when she turns out to be different from what was expected?
Adrian Laurent, crippled and treated like a commodity by his family. Adrian swore to get revenge for everything done to him and his mother in the past. What happens when his new wife finds/finds out he is not crippled?
Will she trust him?
"Don't touch me! You lied to me, I trusted you." Elena remarked tears streaming down from her face, she had been able to handle all forms of betrayers but she would never be able to handle this.
"I didn't mean to lie Elena, you never asked me if it was a lie. I'm sorry Elena, I should have told you sooner, please forgive me.." Adrian drawled...
Elena slowly backed away from there and ran, only to be cornered by her husband once again. She forgot, he could walk now...
8.3
On the day of my parents' funeral, Maddox took my grave plot to bury Kinley's deceased dog instead. "The young woman is grieving over her pet and she's on edge, plus she's recently pregnant. It's just a grave marker; let her have it," he said, tossing divorce papers in front of me. "She's young and fiery, threatening to abort the baby without proper recognition. Let's finalize the divorce now, and once the baby is born, you can return."
I clutched the urn and signed, feeling numb. Back home, as I packed my bags, I overheard the mocking laughter of his friends. "Now that she's got no parents, Maddox can do whatever he wants with her," one sneered. "Maybe once the baby arrives, she'll beg to be the nanny!"
Maddox chuckled, indifferent. "Violette is just my pet. She'll never leave me."
I stood there, numb to the scene unfolding before me, when my phone rang.
7.8
Amara Daniels doesn't believe in destiny or happy endings; having survived from the dark shadows of her past, her life no longer has room for mistakes or attractive billionaires like Ethan Cole.
Ethan enters her life with his charming persistence, and she becomes worried after he meets her four-year-old son, her past that she has carefully buried.
He is her dangerous distraction.
But their chemistry conceals shocking secrets and connecting fates - that might either bring them together or set them apart forever. In a game where hearts and careers collide, can she have it all or will passion cost her everything?
9.1
The roar of jet engines died as our plane touched down at JFK. I gazed out the window at the familiar skyline of New York City, my fingers instinctively reaching for the wedding ring on my left hand—a habit that had become my anchor in uncertain moments. "Are you ready?" Ronan's voice was soft beside me, his hand warm as it covered mine. I nodded, though my heart hammered against my ribs. "As ready as I'll ever be."
Two years ago, I'd fled this city a broken woman. Now I was returning as someone else entirely—Gabriella Mitchell, wife of Ronan Mitchell, mother to our two-year-old son Felix. The haute couture Valentino suit I wore was armor of my own choosing, nothing like the designer dresses Greyson once selected for me. "Mommy, where are we?" Felix's innocent voice pulled me from my thoughts as he pressed his face against the window. "We're in New York, sweetheart," I explained, smoothing his dark curls. "We're here to say goodbye to Grandpa."
Felix's eyes—so like Ronan's—widened with confusion.
8.0
One night of reckless drinking to forget a cheating ex-boyfriend was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, Elena wakes up with a bite mark on her neck she mistakes for a rough hickey and memories of a man who moved like a predator.
When she walks into her Advanced Law seminar, she's horrified to find her "beast" standing at the podium. Professor Alaric Blackwood is cold, professional, and lethal. But Alaric isn't alone. He's a triplet, and his brothers-the billionaire CEO and the outlaw biker president-can smell her on him. They are Lycan royalty, they are a unit, and they've decided she belongs to all of them.
Elena is thrust into a world of fangs and war, carrying a secret that will change the Lycan hierarchy forever