Boyfriend's Betrayal Ended Us
My boyfriend and I had been saving for three years for a down payment, only for half of it to vanish overnight. When I called him to ask, he dismissed it casually: "Jennifer wanted a designer handbag, so I lent her some money. We're close; saying no was tough."
The next moment, his "close friend" Jennifer Hudson was flaunting the limited edition bag on Instagram, along with a photo of them together, captioned: "Thanks for the birthday surprise, you're amazing!"
Smirking to myself, I transferred the remaining $32,000 from our joint account into my personal one. That evening, I packed up and left. Waylen Bishop, you and your "best friend" can enjoy each other's company. "Finished with your little meltdown, Ivy?" Waylen leaned against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed, as I packed the last of my clothes into my suitcase. I didn't look up or respond. "It's just $32,000, Ivy. Is it really worth all this fuss?"
"You know Jennifer is like family to me. It was her birthday, so what's wrong with giving her a gift?”
"And I told you, it was a loan for now.
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Chapter 2
Dragging my suitcase down the rain-soaked street, the wind whipped around my neck, but I felt no cold.
I checked into a budget hotel and picked up my phone, dialing the number for the company's HR director.
"Hi, Mr. Campbell. This is Ivy Lane from the design department."
"You mentioned a possible two-year assignment at the Swiss branch. Is that position still open?"
Mr. Campbell seemed a bit surprised but quickly confirmed the offer.
This overseas opportunity was a testament to my abilities, offering double the salary and a prestigious addition to my resume.
Until now, I had been indecisive.
The thought of a long-distance relationship with Waylen Bishop was daunting. I doubted our already fragile bond could survive the distance.
Looking back, it's almost amusing.
A relationship that asked me to sacrifice my future for its sake wasn't worth holding onto.
"I've decided. I'll come by tomorrow to sort out the paperwork."
With that resolved, I took a deep breath and unflinchingly deleted all of Waylen's contact information.
The next day, just as I was about to leave for the office, an unfamiliar number appeared on my phone.
I answered, greeted by an enraged Waylen.
"Ivy, why did you transfer all the money out?"
"Do you know how embarrassing it was when I tried to pay for Jennifer's birthday dinner and my card got declined?"
"You better transfer the money back, got it?"
I was silent, just listening.
In the background, I heard Jennifer's voice.
"Don't worry, darling. Let her have her tantrum. Let's see how long she sticks it out."
"You know women best, my dear. Don't lower yourself to her level, running back to her like a lapdog. Spoil her, and you're finished."
Then I heard the line go dead.
This time, I felt no anger or sadness. I finally understood that I truly didn't fit into their world.
I blocked that number too.
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9.6
The Fifth Avenue wedding venue glowed in the soft light of dawn as I adjusted the last orchid in a crystal vase. My fingers trembled slightly—not from exhaustion after the sleepless night of preparations, but from a giddy, almost desperate excitement. After five years of waiting, of promises made and broken, Nathan had finally agreed to marry me. 'Just a little higher on the left,' I whispered to myself, tilting my head to examine the arrangement. Perfect. Everything had to be perfect today. The grand ballroom was transformed into the elegant, timeless space I'd envisioned since I was a little girl in Ohio dreaming of my future. Ivory silk draperies cascaded from ceiling to floor, catching the morning light that streamed through the tall windows. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above tables adorned with orchids and roses—Nathan's favorite. I'd chosen every detail with him in mind.
8.4
I wasn't supposed to find it. The small blue Tiffany & Co. box receipt was tucked behind Marcus's collection of silk ties, partially hidden beneath a stack of cufflinks I'd gifted him over our three years together. My fingers trembled as I held the paper, the distinctive robin's egg blue header unmistakable even in receipt form. I hadn't been snooping—not really. I was simply looking for my grandmother's pearl earrings that I'd misplaced somewhere in our shared walk-in closet when I noticed the drawer wasn't fully closed. Something in me knew before I even pulled it open. A woman's intuition, perhaps. Next to the receipt was a confirmation for Le Bernardin—tonight at eight. The most exclusive restaurant in Manhattan, where reservations were secured months in advance unless you had the right connections.
8.5
Elara spent three years invisible in her marriage to billionaire Damien Cross. When he hands her divorce papers, she disappears without a fight.
Six months later, an accident steals Damien's memory of the past five years. He doesn't remember his ex-wife, but he can't stop searching for the woman with sad eyes who haunts his dreams.
When he finds Elara thriving in Seattle, she refuses to let him back in. But this Damien is nothing like the cold husband she remembers, and as he uncovers their past, devastating secrets emerge.
Can you forgive someone who doesn't remember breaking you?
8.4
Everything in Chris' world changes when he meets Kate.
Chris Cena who is a young billionaire CEO controls one of the most powerful empires built by his late father.
Chris lives under the shadow of his mother, Elisabeth Cena. The ruthless woman who once ruled the empire before handing it to him.
Kate Milmar who is brillant, sensual and emotionally guarded moves confidently among powerful men without ever allowing herself to belong to any of them.
When she publicly challenges a wealthy client, her fearless defiance immediately captures Chris's attention.
Chris offers her a dangerous proposal for her to leave her world and exclusively belong to him.
As their attraction grows slowly, Kate notices strange cracks in the history of the Cena Empire. Chris's father died suddenly years earlier and in the aftermath, Elisabeth took control of the company briefly before passing it to her son.
What once seemed like a normal transition begins to look suspicious as Kate uncovers missing records, hidden documents and a mysterious change in the company's will.
Elisabeth sees Kate as a threat to both her son and the legacy she had built and a silent war begins between the two women .
Chris gets caught between his loyalty to his mother and the growing feelings he has for Kate.
7.1
I waited a year for my mate, Alpha Justin, to return from the border war. While he was gone, I used my ten-million-dollar dowry to keep his crumbling pack afloat and buy life-saving elixirs for his mother.
But when he finally walked through the door, he reeked of another female's scent.
He brought back Gamma Brenna and a Royal Decree, coldly announcing she would be his "Co-Luna."
His family, who survived entirely on my wealth, immediately turned on me. They mocked me for being a wolfless orphan since my father and brothers were slaughtered defending the kingdom.
"You're just a fragile woman who belongs hidden away," Justin told me.
They demanded I accept this humiliation, step aside for his new warrior mate, and continue funding their luxurious lifestyle. Justin even arrogantly offered to sleep with me just once to give me a pup as a "consolation prize," declaring his heart and body belonged entirely to Brenna.
They thought my ruined pack meant I had no backing. They thought I was a pathetic victim who would cling to their scraps and accept a polluted mate-bond just to avoid being cast out into the woods as a Rogue.
They had no idea I had already visited the Alpha King.
I wasn't going to cry, and I certainly wasn't going to share my mate. I packed up every last cent of my ten million dollars, secured a Royal Severance Decree, and prepared to watch their arrogant pack starve to death.
8.1
My father was dying on a hospital bed, and I was frantically calling my husband, Ethan.
He didn't answer. Later, he claimed his battery had died while he was on a crucial business trip.
But a photo sent by my best friend revealed the sickening truth. Ethan wasn't working. He was in a London café, looking at Olivia—the ex-girlfriend he swore he hadn't seen in five years—with pure desperation and love.
His phone was sitting right there on the table between them, face up and fully charged.
I swallowed the betrayal and played the perfect, grieving wife when he returned. But then I found the locked drawer in his study.
Inside wasn't just a shrine of photos of her; it was a journal. The ink was barely dry on the latest entry.
"I pray the child has Olivia's eyes. If it looks like her, I can pretend I didn't settle for the safe, boring option. Ava is a good placeholder, but she isn't Her."
He didn't want a family with me. He wanted to use my body to recreate a ghost of the woman he actually loved. He planned to turn our unborn child into a prop for his twisted obsession.
I wiped my tears. The next morning, I handed him a stack of documents to sign, hiding the divorce papers in the middle.
Then, while he was busy texting her under the table, I walked into a clinic to remove the only thing binding us together.
He thinks he is the mastermind. He has no idea he has already lost the game.