After My Miscarriage He Chose Her Over Our Marriage

When my cat disappeared, I noticed Mckenzie Meyer posting several pictures of a cat on Instagram. The pristine white fur with distinctive markings—it was unmistakably my Whiskers. I tried to get my cat back, but Jackson stepped in and shoved me aside. "It's just a cat. Is it worth this much trouble?" he scoffed. As I hit the column, blood began to flow. Lying on the ambulance stretcher, I realized I was truly done with Jackson. Inside the ambulance, I lay there, feeling lifeless, with the bleeding still unstoppable. Jackson's face was clouded with guilt as he kept apologizing, "Rebecca, it's all my fault. I didn't think it would end up like this." A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, and I shivered.

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"It's just a cat. Is it worth this much trouble?" he scoffed.

As I hit the column, blood began to flow. Lying on the ambulance stretcher, I realized I was truly done with Jackson.

Inside the ambulance, I lay there, feeling lifeless, with the bleeding still unstoppable. Jackson's face was clouded with guilt as he kept apologizing, "Rebecca, it's all my fault. I didn't think it would end up like this."

A sharp pain tore through my abdomen, and I shivered. But no physical pain compared to the ache in my heart.

At the hospital, I received the inevitable news: the baby couldn't be saved. After the procedure, I touched my now-flat stomach, tears silently streaming down my face. I had waited five years for this child. After we got married, I struggled to conceive. The doctors told me my ovary was underdeveloped, making natural conception difficult. They suggested in vitro fertilization.

I had endured over a hundred injections, cried endless tears, and finally, this child was mine. But now, it was all gone.

Jackson approached with a bowl of stew, trying to feed me. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Rebecca, you just had surgery. You're weak. Please eat something," he insisted, trying to press the spoon to my lips.

I knocked the spoon away, crying out, "Leave me alone! I don't want to eat!"

The stew spilled on Jackson, causing him to step back. He set the bowl down on the nightstand, his expression barely hiding his anger.

His voice was low, "Rebecca, don't overreact."

"I'm grieving for the baby too. Are you still blaming me for what happened?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did this man seriously think he wasn't to blame?

"Jackson, you gave my cat to Mckenzie and pushed me into that pillar, causing the miscarriage. Who else should I blame?" My words were soaked in sorrow, my heart ready to break.

Jackson's expression turned cold. He scoffed, "Rebecca, can't you be rational?"

"I was worried that Whiskers might affect your pregnancy, so I let Mckenzie look after her temporarily. Was it right to try and take the cat back?"

Did he forget that Whiskers had been with me for ten years and was practically family?

I was filled with rage, my body shaking uncontrollably. "Did you ask my permission before giving her away? What right did you have to hand my cat over to Mckenzie? And who said being pregnant means I can't have a cat?"

"I was just being careful, and besides, Mckenzie loves animals. She was perfect to look after Whiskers. You're just being unreasonable."

Looking at him, stubbornly making excuses, my heart felt as if it were submerged in icy water. I suddenly realized that this life was no longer worth it.

I dropped my head, not wanting to argue anymore.

Just then, the door to the hospital room swung open, and Mckenzie slipped inside.

"Rebecca, I'm so sorry about the baby. It's all my fault. I was the one who suggested to Jackson that I take care of Whiskers. Please don't blame him."

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For four years, I played the perfect, naive, low-income wife to my wealthy husband Duke, completely hiding my true identity as a top-secret DARPA scientist. On our anniversary, I discovered he was having an affair with an old-money socialite named Adelia. He used our marital assets to buy her a half-million-dollar Birkin bag, but that wasn't the worst part. While hiding in a parking garage, I recorded him telling his mistress that the daily prenatal vitamins he lovingly gave me were actually high-dose contraceptives. He had secretly sterilized me to ensure I would never produce a "low-class" heir, planning to toss me aside with a tiny settlement in six months. When I confronted him, he violently attacked me, smashed my head against a marble dresser, and locked me in our bedroom. I thought of the four years I spent crying in doctors' offices, blaming my own body for my infertility, while he held my hand and comforted me with perfect, monstrous concern. I didn't wait to be punished. I climbed down the second-story balcony in the dark, leaving behind every diamond and luxury bag he had ever given me. Sitting in the back of a taxi, I wiped the blood from my forehead and opened a secure app on my phone. "Divorce fraud. Initiate sequence." It was time for him to finally meet Dr. Patterson.

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I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle by Mistake

8.7

The night her sister steals her fiancé, Calista makes a bold, reckless move: seduce her ex's father, marry into the family-and make them kneel and call her "Mom." But when she wakes up, it's not her ex's father beside her. It's Lancelot. A construction worker by appearance- in truth, a powerful CEO and the shadowy head of a family no one dares to cross. "You seduced me," he says, pinning her to the wall. "Now you're mine." But Calista isn't just a scorned socialite with a revenge plan. Behind her quiet retreat from high society hides: the true heiress of the richest family, a world-class hacker, a legendary thief, and a gaming champion feared across continents. They clash. They scheme. But the more they fight, the harder they fall.

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Not My Type Anymore, Ex Husband

8.1

I gave up everything for love—my name, my inheritance, my future. I walked away from wealth and legacy just to be his wife, believing I was choosing a man who would protect me. Instead, I became a ghost in my own home—unseen, unvalued, and easily replaced. They called me dramatic when I asked to be loved. They called me selfish for wanting to be remembered. Even my own daughter looks through me like I’m wallpaper she’s tired of seeing. Now, my husband is off to Italy with the woman he’s always loved, the one he wished I could be. And I… I’m supposed to smile, pack their designer clothes, and be grateful for leftover affection. But here’s the thing—they forgot who I was before I chose them. Before I buried Eloise McDermott. They thought I’d stay silent forever. But they’re wrong. Because I’m done being the maid. And they’re about to learn what happens when the woman they threw away... comes back for everything.

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8.1

Pregnant for my Late Sister's Husband

8.1

‘This isn’t personal, Gail. To him you’re just a stranger with a womb, nothing more.’ And that's exactly what she wanted him to think. Gail has carried the bitter need for revenge in her heart for five long years. When she finally sees the opportunity to wreck William Locke, the man who is responsible for her sister's death, she grabs it despite everything it would cost her. She sacrifices her career, relationship and body, all on the altar of revenge. She thinks she has everything figured out. She thinks she knows exactly what she's getting into. But she's so wrong. Her heart will have its own agenda, and everything she knows will become a pile of onions with so many layers. Will she see her revenge to the ugly end, or will the new waves of discovery sweep her away with them? Will her heart lead her in the right direction, or will it all end in tragic pain?

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Reborn At The Altar: Reject My Cruel Groom, Marry A Mysterious Tycoon

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Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart. On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her. Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately. Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."

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The Billionaire's Deadline Bride

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At twenty-three, Adrian Vale inherited a ten-billion-dollar empire... and a ruthless condition in his father's will: Marry before twenty-five - or lose control of Vale Consortium. With only months left, the board pressures him. Investors panic. Political rivals circle. Vanessa Cole is the perfect solution - elegant, connected, and the daughter of a powerful senator. A marriage to her would secure billion-dollar contracts from New York City to London. And then she drops a bombshell. She's pregnant. The media explodes. Headlines declare: Billionaire Heir Secures His Legacy! The board demands an immediate engagement. The public celebrates the "royal" baby. Adrian is stunned. Because he knows something isn't right. Meanwhile, Zara Bello - the only woman who ever loved him before the billions - has disappeared from his life after discovering his secret identity. What Adrian doesn't know is this: Zara is carrying his real child. Alone. Heartbroken. And determined never to beg a billionaire for love. As wedding plans accelerate and Vanessa tightens her grip with staged hospital visits and carefully leaked ultrasound photos, Adrian begins to investigate. What he uncovers is devastating. Fake medical records. Bribed doctors. A calculated plot to trap him into marriage and hand her father control of Vale Consortium. But exposing Vanessa means public humiliation. Stock collapse. Corporate war. And if he's wrong? He destroys the mother of his "child" - and his last chance to keep the empire. Now Adrian must choose: Marry the woman claiming his baby and secure his power... Or risk losing billions to protect the woman secretly carrying his true heir. Because in a world where pregnancy is a weapon and love is a liability- The biggest betrayal isn't in the boardroom. It's in the nursery.

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After My Miscarriage He Chose Her Over Our Marriage

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