After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Baby

When I faced a medical crisis during childbirth, my husband, Meir, was nowhere to be found. Dr. Warren Cooper pulled me back from the edge, and soon afterward, I stumbled upon a post by Meir's assistant—an image showing the two of them wrapped in a passionate kiss. ["At the Alps with the love of my life."] I didn't break down or make a fuss. Instead, I quietly moved out, leaving behind nothing but the divorce papers. Later, I heard that when he discovered the divorce papers, he flew into a rage, destroying everything in sight, his eyes burning with anger. ============================== "Quick, quick, get her into the operating room." "Prepare for intubation." "We need an arterial line immediately, get the blood transfusion ready!" Through the fog in my mind, I could hear the medical team’s urgent voices. Dr. Cooper's voice was constant in my ear. I struggled to speak, but words eluded me.

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When I came to, Meir called me.

“Joelle, what’s going on?”

“I was busy earlier when you called.”

His voice was as gentle as ever, showing no sign of anything unusual. This gentleness, in this moment, felt like a stab straight to my heart. I swallowed the discomfort.

“What... what are you up to?”

“I’m on a business trip. It’s been a hectic day. Met with two clients, but I took your advice and didn’t drink.”

This is how he usually treats me. Wherever he goes on a business trip, wherever he stays, whomever he meets—it’s all reported to me in detail. Everyone says the famous Mr. Nguyen, who has seen countless beauties, only bows to me.

I touched my now-empty abdomen, feeling tears like ice sliding down my cheeks.

“Joelle, why are you quiet? Are you feeling down?”

“No.”

I wiped away the tears. “Just wanted to check in. Don’t worry, focus on your trip.”

After hanging up, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I covered my face and began to cry.

Just then, my phone pinged with a new message. It was from Lucille Stone on WhatsApp.

“1997043 is my TikTok handle, where you’ll find everything about your husband's business trip.”

1997043 was Meir’s birthday.

I composed myself and searched for the TikTok account. She had just uploaded a new video.

The video showed her and Meir at a street food stall, enjoying pulled pork. She held up her phone while Meir fed her, thoughtfully made her a warm coffee, and gently said, “Your period is coming soon, so eat less of this stuff.”

She laughed, carefree and bold.

“Who’d have thought the usually aloof Mr. Nguyen remembers a woman’s cycle?”

At that point, I turned off my phone, gripping it tightly, my whole body trembling. It was as if she was flaunting before me, bragging that she loved my husband.

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The air in the boardroom of Hayes Corporation was recycled and stale, tasting of cold coffee and high stakes. I sat at the right hand of the man I had loved for two decades, watching Theodore spin a fountain pen between his fingers. He wasn't listening to the quarterly projections. His gaze was fixed on the skyline of the city we had conquered together, a look of profound, wealthy boredom etched into the lines around his eyes. Then the double doors swung open, bypassing the heavy silence of the room. Security should have tackled the intruder. Instead, the guards hesitated in the hallway, confused by the sheer audacity of the woman striding across the plush carpet. She didn't look like a corporate spy or a disgruntled investor. She looked like a hallucination. "Theodore Hayes," she announced, her voice a smoky contralto that seemed to vibrate against the glass walls.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Borrowed groom reborn bride

9.2

Reborn after her sister’s betrayal, Freya Hale is determined to reclaim everything stolen from her—beginning with Hudson Lane, the groom meant for her sister.

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9.1

Bound By The CEO's Cruel Contract

9.1

I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash. To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars. I thought it was a clean transaction. But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty. He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me. My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire. Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner. "Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly. His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand. "Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler." They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog. I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain. As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth. But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood. "She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison." They murdered my parents. I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call. Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell.

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7.7

Haunting The Husband Who Ignored My Pleas

7.7

The bomb strapped to my chest had less than a minute on the timer. I called my husband, begging him to save me. "Kevin, please. This is real. I'm going to die." But Kevin just sighed, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Stop the drama, Michelle. Violet is having a panic attack because her cat is stuck in a tree. I don't have time for your jealousy games." He hung up. Moments later, the warehouse exploded, and I was gone. But I didn't cross over. My spirit was tethered to Kevin, an invisible spectator to his life. I watched him roll his eyes at my mother’s frantic calls. I watched him perform the autopsy on my charred body, convinced I was actually hiding in a hotel to punish him. It wasn't until he returned to the blast site and found my wedding ring in the ash that he finally broke. He fell to his knees, screaming my name. I thought his remorse would free me. But then he discovered the truth: Violet had orchestrated my murder. He cornered her, his grief mutating into a violent, obsidian hatred. I tried to drift away, but the invisible chain binding me to him suddenly tightened, crushing my soul. I realized with absolute horror that the truth hadn't set me free. His hatred was an anchor, heavier than his love ever was. I wasn't just a ghost anymore. I was his haunting, and I was never leaving.

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Marriage for Sweet Revenge

8.1

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils as Dr. Sharma smiled warmly at me from across her desk. My fingers nervously tapped against my knee—a habit I'd developed since childhood whenever anticipation built within me. "Everything looks perfect, Josephine. You're eight weeks along, and both you and the baby are healthy." Eight weeks. The words echoed in my mind, sending ripples of joy through my body. I pressed my hand against my still-flat stomach, marveling at the miracle growing inside me. Ian and I had been trying for nearly a year. "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" Dr. Sharma asked, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

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7.6

Shattered Vows: Falling For His Worst Enemy

7.6

For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan. But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend. When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door. She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled. Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me. To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite. "Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it." I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees. Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer. "File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined." Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch. It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.

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