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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I casually ignored the incoming call.

Jimena Foster noticed that my room's window offered a clear view of where she had just shared a kiss with Francisco Gilbert. A flicker of guilt crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself and tentatively asked, "Sweetheart, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Whenever Jimena called me "sweetheart," it was a sign she was feeling guilty or wanted something from me. Sidestepping her question, I calmly inquired about Francisco's condition.

She hesitated before saying, "Oh, it’s nothing major. Just a childish tantrum. As his primary doctor, I can’t just ignore him." She seemed to realize she’d slipped up by mentioning her role as his doctor.

"Francisco hit his head, I..." she began.

"No need to explain. I don't care," I cut her off before she could continue with her excuse. Jimena frowned slightly at this.

"What do you mean you don't care? What could I possibly do with Francisco? You know I can't stand people who are too needy," she retorted, her voice a mix of frustration and defensiveness.

I chuckled lightly, "You can't stand him, yet you still keep seeing him, right?"

Caught off guard, Jimena paused before admitting yes. She pointed to my phone, which was still vibrating. "Who's calling you in the middle of the night?" she asked.

I glanced at it and replied dismissively, "Just a telemarketer."

Jimena didn’t believe me and reached for my phone, but I blocked her hand.

She narrowed her eyes with suspicion, "Are you hiding something from me?"

I replied flatly, "I'm a lawyer; my phone has a lot of clients' confidential information."

Jimena opened her mouth as if to argue but stayed silent. Without another word to her, I took my phone and walked out. The moment I answered, an excited female voice burst through the line.

"Kayden, are you really coming to work for my company as a legal advisor? Have you divorced Jimena? Are you ready to be with me?" Elise Chapman's excitement was so loud it made my ears ring.

Elise had asked me to join her firm as a legal advisor a while ago, but I had declined because of Jimena. I had once told Elise that I would only consider it after divorcing Jimena. Elise had jokingly called it a no-brainer at the time. Everyone thought Jimena and I were deeply in love. Jimena had even given up her inheritance to work as an ordinary doctor.

But then Jimena's feelings changed. Amid Elise’s persistent questioning, I finally responded, "Yes, I'm preparing for a divorce."

My admission seemed to quiet Elise. She softly asked if something had happened.

"I'll explain when I have the chance," I replied. "I'll see you in a week."

Jimena exited the hospital room just as I ended the call and asked who I was meeting in a week.

After saying goodbye to Elise, I turned to Jimena. "Just a client," I said. She seemed satisfied with that and didn’t ask more questions.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, her voice softening, "Kayden, earlier today, I was just too anxious. I signed the waiver because I didn’t want to owe Francisco anything. You understand, right?"

While I believed Jimena's intentions were genuine at the time, I realized she might not even know her heart had already drifted away from me. I smiled.

"I understand. I'm tired and need to get some rest now," I said.

Jimena immediately encouraged me to get some sleep, apologizing for arguing over something trivial when I should be resting.

Looking at her seemingly sincere expression of regret, I couldn’t fathom her actions today. Bowing my head, I tried to mask my sorrow. Just one more week, and this would all be over.

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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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