After My Wife's Affair, I Found New Love

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife's secret admirer of five years deliberately drove his car into mine. While I was unconscious, the woman who once claimed to love only me, Jimena, took it upon herself to sign a waiver, freeing Francisco from any responsibility. When I regained consciousness, Jimena pleaded with me, "Francisco just made a foolish mistake; we can't destroy his life over this. He's just infatuated with me." Looking at Jimena's composed face, despite the evident tension beneath the surface, I knew our marriage had irrevocably changed. "What if I insist on holding him accountable?" I asked, keeping my voice steady as I looked at her. Jimena met my gaze with disapproval. "Kayden, you're a lawyer. You know how damaging a criminal record can be for someone just starting out. Haven't you always said that justice is about fairness and compassion? Francisco realizes his mistake, and he even attempted to harm himself over this.

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When I regained consciousness, Jimena pleaded with me, "Francisco just made a foolish mistake; we can't destroy his life over this. He's just infatuated with me."

Looking at Jimena's composed face, despite the evident tension beneath the surface, I knew our marriage had irrevocably changed.

"What if I insist on holding him accountable?" I asked, keeping my voice steady as I looked at her.

Jimena met my gaze with disapproval. "Kayden, you're a lawyer. You know how damaging a criminal record can be for someone just starting out. Haven't you always said that justice is about fairness and compassion? Francisco realizes his mistake, and he even attempted to harm himself over this. Hasn’t he suffered enough?"

As she spoke up for another man, her words stung with a bitterness I couldn't easily describe. Sensing her tone was too sharp, Jimena paused. Unlike before, I didn't jump in to mend the situation. Instead, I observed her quietly.

After a long moment, Jimena explained that she couldn't watch a young person ruin his future and asked me not to overthink it. I chuckled softly but remained silent.

Jimena seemed uneasy at my quietness. She hesitantly called my name, "Honey, I..."

Before she could finish, a nurse burst into the room, urgency in her voice, "Dr. Foster! The patient you brought in yesterday has woken up and is threatening to harm himself!"

Jimena's expression changed, and she quickly left, saying, "I’ll go check on him."

Francisco had pulled stunts like this before; I never took them seriously. But I hadn’t expected Jimena to be swayed by him.

Not long after, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was a social media update from Francisco: "She says she doesn't care about me, but her actions tell a different story." The post included a picture of Jimena looking worried as she checked on him.

I scrolled up and saw many similar updates, almost all accompanied by photos of Jimena. Without my realizing, they had shared so many moments. Many times when she claimed to be working late at the hospital, she was actually with Francisco.

Through his posts, their story unfolded clearly. In the middle of the night, unable to sleep, I got up and went to the window. Looking out, I spotted two figures not far from our building.

"Jimena! You do care about me! Why else would you be so worried about me?" Francisco's voice was full of emotion as he faced Jimena, who remained impassive.

"I'm just trying to be kind..." she began, but Francisco interrupted her.

"Jimena, stop lying to yourself! It doesn't matter to me! As long as I can be with you, I don't need anything else."

For a moment, I saw Jimena's resolve falter. Francisco noticed her hesitation and suddenly reached up to cup her face, kissing her. Jimena raised her hand as if to push him away but then let it fall. After a few repetitions, she resignedly embraced him in return.

Watching them kiss passionately in the dark, I lowered my head and laughed at my own naivety. After a while, a passerby’s noise disrupted the moment. Jimena seemed to snap back to reality and pushed Francisco away, causing him to fall to the ground. Yet he laughed, seated on the pavement.

Jimena muttered, "Crazy fool," under her breath before walking away. I let out a small laugh, then sent a message and returned to my bed.

The reply came quickly: "Really?!"

An instant later, my phone rang. Just as I was about to answer, Jimena opened the door and came in from outside.

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Sage Woods thought she was living a fairytale with Enoch Robertson, the man who promised her the world. But during a romantic Mediterranean getaway, the dream shatters when Enoch shares an intimate video of her online—just to appease his "innocent" first love, Charlotte. While his friends mock her body and subject her to a brutal night of humiliation, Enoch is blocks away, tenderly comforting the woman who actually holds his heart. Left for dead and broken by the man she sacrificed everything for, Sage realizes she was never his partner—only a compliant shadow used to spark jealousy. A year later, Sage returns, no longer the obedient girl Enoch once controlled. She is now a brilliant scientist standing in the spotlight, while Enoch’s world of lies crumbles. As he crawls back, begging for a second chance, Sage has only one message: belated affection is worthless, and some wounds are too deep to ever forgive.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.2

He Saved His Mistress, Not His Wife

9.2

I was trapped under a massive oak bookcase, my leg shattered, dust filling my lungs. My husband, Dante, the Underboss of the Chicago Outfit, finally found me. But just as he lifted the heavy beam to free me, his earpiece crackled. It was news about Sofia, his childhood friend and the woman he truly loved. "She scratched her arm on the car door, Boss. She's hyperventilating. She won't board the jet without you." Dante froze. He looked at me, bleeding on the floor, secretly ten weeks pregnant with his child. Then he looked at the door. "It's just a broken leg, Elena," he said coldly, slowly lowering the crushing weight back onto me. "You are a doctor. You know it's not fatal. Sofia needs me." He ran to comfort a woman with a papercut, leaving his wife and unborn child to be buried alive in the rubble. I miscarried alone in the dark, tracing the number of a divorce lawyer on the floorboards in my own blood. Three days later, while he was peeling grapes for Sofia in a VIP hospital suite, I packed my medical degree and a single gym bag. I didn't go to a hotel. I boarded a military cargo plane to a war zone in South Sudan. By the time the Ice Prince realized his castle was empty, I was already thousands of miles away, and I wasn't coming back.

Action Modern Romance

9.8

Leaving Husband for Self

9.8

The charity luncheon had ended earlier than expected, leaving me with an unexpected afternoon of freedom. For once, I thought I might surprise Jason by coming home early, perhaps we could spend some rare quiet time together without Maisie's constant presence hovering between us like a ghost. I slipped my key into the lock as quietly as possible, wanting to surprise him. The house felt different somehow—too still, too intimate. My heels clicked softly against the marble foyer as I made my way toward the living room, already planning what I might say to break through the wall that had grown between us over the past months. Then I saw them. Jason sat on our cream-colored sofa, his arms wrapped around Maisie as she pressed her face into his chest. Her shoulders shook with what appeared to be sobs, while his hand moved through her dark hair in slow, tender strokes. The gesture was so intimate, so protective, that for a moment I forgot how to breathe. "Shh, it's okay," Jason murmured, his voice softer than I'd heard it in years.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Love Beyond the Ashes

9.2

I stared down the long mahogany table at Christian Mitchell, my husband in name only and my most formidable business rival. His steel-gray eyes narrowed as I delivered the final blow to his latest acquisition attempt. "The board has unanimously rejected your proposal to acquire Nexus Tech," I announced, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice. "Their innovation pipeline is far more valuable under Gardner Industries' development strategy than as another trophy in your collection, Christian." The boardroom temperature seemed to drop several degrees as Christian loosened his tie—a telltale sign of his frustration that I'd come to recognize during our three years of marriage. Our relationship was a peculiar one: business enemies by day, reluctant lovers by night, and emotional strangers at all times. "How predictable, Helena," he replied, his voice dangerously quiet. "You've always excelled at short-term victories without considering the long-term consequences." I smiled thinly, gathering my documents as the other board members filed out, eager to escape the crossfire. "Unlike you, I don't need to consume companies whole to prove my worth. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a company to run." As I walked past him, Christian caught my wrist, his touch sending an unwelcome current through my body. "This isn't over," he murmured, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.3

Marked by the Lycan Prince

7.3

I thought heartbreak would break me. Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected. It awakened the monster inside. On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren't mine. Then he appeared. Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me. Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something. And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them. But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed. The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan's mating process... One of us dies.

Modern Romance Werewolf

7.5

My Marriage: A Million Lies

7.5

My marriage to the cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake, was supposed to be an impossible love story. I was the rebellious artist who had chased him across continents, believing I' d found my soulmate. Then I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Our three-year marriage was a lie, a charade designed to protect his fragile sister-in-law, Kala. I was just the "lightning rod," strong enough to take the hits meant for her. The worst part? He' d secretly had a vasectomy, letting me endure his family' s scorn for being "barren" while he knew the truth all along. It all clicked into place: the public humiliations, the framed financial crimes, the "accidents" that left me scarred. They systematically broke me, forcing me to give a piece of my own skin to heal Kala and staging a car crash that landed me in prison. Eli' s justification was always the same: "Kala is delicate. Not like you." He thought I was strong enough to take it, that my defiance was a tool he could use. He exiled me, thinking I was broken and forgotten. He was wrong. I reinvented myself as the celebrated artist 'Lark.' And when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness on a global stage, I knew my moment had come. My revenge would be a masterpiece.

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