Betrayal by My Fiancé

My fiancé was involved in a car accident and fell into a coma, racking up medical bills that reached staggering heights. Yet, I couldn't abandon him. I juggled five jobs, working tirelessly day and night, sleeping less than three hours a day. Those three years pushed me to the brink more times than I can count. One day, as I lugged a coffee machine up more than twenty flights of stairs for delivery to a tech firm's office, I saw him—my supposed fiancé, who I thought was confined to a luxury hospital room—dressed smartly in a suit, confidently leading a meeting. When his eyes met my exhausted gaze, he visibly panicked and hurried to explain, "It was Angel's idea to test your true feelings..." "Well, you’ve made your point. I don't love you anymore." While I dragged the machine up to the 24th floor, gasping for air, my fiancé, Jensen King, appeared from around a corner, looking polished and at ease. I bumped into him, feeling as though I'd plunged into ice-cold water. My body started to tremble uncontrollably. "What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.

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Angel's dismissive gaze swept over me.

"You're out of your mind."

Anger ignited in me, and I slapped her hard across the face.

She held her cheek in disbelief. "Stella, have you completely lost it?"

I remained silent, seized her hair, and struck her again.

Angel's face quickly turned red and swollen, her eyes wide with fear. She staggered back, panic all over her features. "What are you doing? Stella, we're in public!"

I sauntered forward, casually adjusting my hair. Is she scared now? Too late!

Angel spun around in a panic, only to bump into someone approaching.

The moment she realized who it was, her voice faltered. "Jensen..."

Her rescuer had arrived.

I sneered disdainfully.

Jensen moved past her, frowning slightly as he looked at me. "Stella, what's going on here?"

Before I could respond, Angel shrieked her version of events. "We just happened to bump into each other on a business trip, I wanted to catch up, but she attacked me out of nowhere!"

"Jensen, look at my face, it hurts so badly."

He gently touched her bruised, swollen face, concern clear in his eyes.

Watching them together was like salt in a wound.

If he’s fallen for someone else, why keep up this charade with me?

I was too drained to argue with them any further.

Every word felt like poison.

I turned to leave, but Jensen caught my wrist.

"Isn't that enough?" he barked. "You've hit her, you've yelled, what more do you want? You didn’t use to be like this!"

His tone made it seem like I was the one out of control.

But clearly, he was the one who’d driven me to desperation.

He’d taken everything from me, left me empty.

I had nothing left.

And now, even my last shred of dignity was being crushed by him.

My heart twisted in agony.

I struggled to suppress the pain, barely managing to speak through clenched teeth.

"Jensen, you make me nauseous. Please, don't ever show your face in front of me again."

His expression twisted in anger.

He cornered me against the wall, his voice menacing.

"Say that again!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I snapped, "Just seeing you makes me sick. Just leave me alone, alright?"

Jensen cursed, "What the hell did I even do wrong? Was it wrong to test you?!"

"Yes, I admit you've suffered these past years, but everything I own is yours now!"

"My entire fortune is worth more than the past three years, isn't it?!"

"I said I'd make it up to you, and I will. Do we have to keep fighting like this?!"

Seeing the fire in my eyes, his tone softened.

"Let's stop arguing, okay? Whatever you want, I'll agree to it."

I looked at his arrogant, detached face.

After a long pause, I whispered.

"Leave."

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8.9

Freya Leaves Her Cheater

8.9

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8.3

Heiress Rejects the Loser

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8.4

MARRIED TO ME EX FIANCE'S. BILLIONAIRE UNCLE

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“Divorce? Divorce?” Camilla brokenly asked her husband. She couldn't believe what she heard. “Yes, I think we should just get a divorce.” Caesar barked. Camilla Garrison was betrayed by her fiance, by sleeping with her step sister. That wasn't enough; she was also chased out from the house her maternal grandfather left for her and was tricked by her blood brother and father to sign her company in their name. Devastated and heartbroken, she left the country with the help of a friend, where she will change her name to Phoenix Gilbert and get married to her ex fiance Trillionaire uncle just to get revenge. After Camilla had over a quarter of her problem, a found secret would destroy everything. She also have a lot of enemies to overcome. Dive into this story and see how Camilla did all this. What would be Caesar's reaction when he found out Camilla had lied about herself? What would also happen when he found out his wife was his nephew's ex? Her Ex-fiance also wanted to win her back

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9.0

My Husband Demanded Divorce For His Mistress' Baby

9.0

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One Night With The Possessive CEO

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Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé. But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe. "Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic. "Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night. Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger. She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand. Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare. But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company. He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse. Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee. Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally." A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama. She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life. Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.

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