After My Engagement Ended, I Caught Him with My Sister
He cheated, and I forgave him. All my friends said, after ten years, if it ends now, it would have been a waste. My mom echoed, reminding me they couldn't keep worrying about me forever. So, when he got down on his knees and apologized in front of family and friends, I forgave him. But at night, when he tried to touch me, I couldn’t stop myself and ended up throwing up. Miles's face froze for a moment, then turned pale. Watching me dry heave by the toilet, he reached out to help me up. "Eve..."
But the moment he touched me, it felt like an electric jolt, and I jerked back, standing up abruptly. The sudden movement startled us both. The atmosphere was tense, and after a couple of seconds, I turned away to explain.
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Chapter 1
He cheated, and I forgave him.
All my friends said, after ten years, if it ends now, it would have been a waste. My mom echoed, reminding me they couldn't keep worrying about me forever.
So, when he got down on his knees and apologized in front of family and friends, I forgave him. But at night, when he tried to touch me, I couldn’t stop myself and ended up throwing up.
Miles's face froze for a moment, then turned pale. Watching me dry heave by the toilet, he reached out to help me up.
"Eve..."
But the moment he touched me, it felt like an electric jolt, and I jerked back, standing up abruptly.
The sudden movement startled us both. The atmosphere was tense, and after a couple of seconds, I turned away to explain.
"It's nothing. You should get some sleep; I'm just feeling a bit off."
I took the tissue from his hand and forced a polite smile. "Thanks."
His face went even paler, his eyes flickering with what seemed like a realization. He started moving as he spoke.
"I'll make you some oatmeal, okay? Your stomach's always been sensitive."
He didn’t really give me a chance to refuse. By the time he finished speaking, he was already on his way to the kitchen.
I was left standing in the bathroom, clutching the tissue. My stomach churned with acid and a sharp ache, but all I felt was a chill.
It was an untimely reminder: today marked thirty-six days since Miles cheated.
And the first day I forgave him.
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8.9
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the private hospital room as I stood beside Lucian's bed, my fingers intertwined with his. My heart hammered against my ribs as Dr. Vasquez approached with sterile forceps, ready to remove the final layer of bandages from his eyes. "Are you ready, Mr. Wright?" she asked, her voice steady and professional. Lucian nodded, his jaw tense. "More than ready."
I squeezed his hand tighter. "I'm right here with you."
The past year had been a blur of medical consultations, experimental treatments, and sleepless nights. I'd drained my secret accounts to fund the world's best ophthalmologists, all while maintaining my humble volunteer facade. Lucian had no idea that the "charity organization" funding his treatment was actually my family's foundation under a shell company.
9.7
I gave up the life of a privileged London socialite to live for ten years in a cramped rented apartment with my boyfriend, Arturo. But on our wedding day, he abandoned me to tend to his ailing first love, Luciana. As I stood there, the guests coldly judged and mocked me, while Arturo posted a sugary message online: "Excited for our new family model of 1+1=3." It was accompanied by an ultrasound scan and a cozy photo of him with his first love. Calmly, I liked the post and then asked Arturo for a divorce. But he dropped to his knees before me, eyes red, pleading with me not to leave. The next day, Arturo's call came late. As soon as I answered, a sweet, delicate voice greeted me:
"Sorry, Zendaya, I wasn't feeling well yesterday, and I didn't expect Arturo to miss the wedding because he was worried about me."
"I told him off for your sake."
"And about that Facebook post, I've already asked him to delete it. Don't dwell on it."
After a pause, her teasing voice continued:
"Arturo, you're all grown up now, yet you still act like a foolish child when things go wrong."
"Back in college, you did whatever I asked. After all these years, nothing's changed."
"The way you behaved yesterday, how do you think Zendaya would feel?"
"Listen up, take some time and reschedule the ceremony. I can handle things here."
Her tone was accusatory, yet sugary enough to make my stomach turn.
8.2
I stood at the kitchen counter at 5:30 AM, just like every morning for the past eight years. The familiar weight of the spatula in my hand, the soft sizzle of eggs in Gregory's favorite non-stick pan, the careful arrangement of his toast—golden brown, never burnt—on the plate I'd warmed in the oven. These small rituals had once felt like acts of love. Now they felt like muscle memory, performed by a woman I barely recognized. Walker was still asleep upstairs, his room a disaster zone of expensive toys and clothes I'd picked up countless times. Gregory would be down soon, checking his phone while I served his breakfast, maybe grunting a thanks if I was lucky. The morning light filtered through our pristine kitchen windows, illuminating the granite countertops I'd lobbied for during our renovation three years ago. Everything looked perfect. Everything was perfect, wasn't it? That's when I heard Gregory's voice drifting from his study, low and amused.
9.4
Aria Carter died betrayed.
Her husband ignored her.
Her best friend stabbed her in the back.
Her family sold her off like a pawn.
When she opened her eyes again three years earlier, on the night of her arranged marriage to the city’s coldest CEO she swore this life would be different.
No more weakness.
No more blind love.
No more kneeling.
Damian Cross, the ruthless billionaire everyone fears, expected a docile wife to decorate his mansion. Instead, he got a woman who met his icy stare with fire of her own.
Society sneers at her as the “Cold Wife.”
Her family calls her a disgrace.
Her enemies plot her downfall.
But this time, Aria isn’t here to beg for scraps she’s here to flip the board.
Every betrayal will be repaid.
Every secret will be exposed.
And the husband who once ignored her?
He’s falling, dangerously, obsessively, in love.
Yet beneath the glittering empire lies the truth of her first death…
and if Aria isn’t careful, the crown she claims may cost her heart all over again.
8.7
“Look at that creamy little mess. You’re leaking like a broken faucet, Sonia. Every heartbeat’s pushing more out.”
Alex circled to her other side, stroking himself lazily, smearing the remnants of his earlier release along his shaft. “She’s always done that,” he said, almost reverent. “One good f**king and her c*nt turns into a cream factory. Used to soak through my sheets in minutes. Thick, white and sticky, like she’s cumming whipped cream.”
"Sucking... Fucking... Anal s*x with the Strangers."
Slutty Sonia craves the forbidden thrill of anonymous alpha strangers. In a steamy club private lounge, she drops to her knees, surrendering to different towering, veiny monsters, long, meaty c**ks pulsing with raw dominance. Precum drips as she worships them greedily, her drenched p**sy aching for brutal claiming. Bound in crimson ropes as she begs for their savage release, lost in filthy ecstasy. One wild night rewrites her as their eternal slut.
8.1
On the morning Victor Langston signed the divorce papers without reading them, Serena Vale was already three steps ahead. For six years she cooked his meals, raised his profile, and buried her own architecture degree in a drawer—while he paraded Natasha Weir through every room Serena had decorated. The day he handed her a settlement check and told her to be grateful, she signed it, smiled, and walked into the office of Cole Harrington, the rival tycoon the Langston family feared most. Three years later, Victor stood at a groundbreaking ceremony to beg Harrington Group for a lifeline. The project director who walked out to meet him was his ex-wife—carrying blueprints, a new last name, and zero interest in his apology.