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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Have you ever seen Meir like this?

Lucille sent me another message on WhatsApp, with a touch of smugness.

"You always keep him on a tight schedule, making sure he goes to bed early and wakes up early, not to mention those health smoothies he drinks. He's only truly at ease when he's with me."

I had indeed never seen this side of Meir.

He was usually a workaholic, rarely making time for shopping or trips with me. Because of this, his health had declined, prompting me to encourage the smoothies and a disciplined routine.

I still hadn't responded to Lucille. Meir and I had been married for ten years. I wanted him to tell me about this himself.

I texted him: "Call me when you have a chance for a video chat."

And then, I waited and waited for his call.

Evening came; after Erin, the nurse, did her rounds and turned off the lights, I was still waiting for the call.

Scrolling through Lucille's Instagram, I saw she'd posted again. There was a photo of a man and woman in bed, just their shoulders visible under the covers.

"He's so considerate. Even when we travel, he brings his own bedding from home," she wrote as the caption.

The comments were filled with admiration:

"I'm so envious of the love between you and your boyfriend."

"Guys like him are hard to come by. My boyfriend just sleeps all the time when we're out!"

"Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness."

I clicked on her profile and saw her popularity had skyrocketed after posting a video of her and Meir at St. Peter's Basilica, garnering numerous likes and followers.

In the video, Meir, who was usually so precise and polished, was kneeling under the cathedral, praying for her. Everyone thought he was amazing and admired Lucille.

But they didn’t know this man was my husband.

While he was praying for someone else, I was in the operating room, halfway to the grave.

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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.

Billionaire Horror Modern

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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8.1

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.

Modern Romance

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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After My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Our Dying Baby

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