
Dear ex, you lose!
When Delia finds out she's pregnant she's so excited but her world is shattered when she finds out her husband's having an affair with his secretary who also claims to be pregnant. Delia demands a divorce and leaves before Thomas can change her mind.
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Chapter 3
Samantha was pleased with herself that Delia had finally found out about their affair, maybe now Samantha could finally marry the successful boss that she had been after for as long as she could remember. Samantha didn't ever see Delia as good enough for Thomas. She didn't seem to appreciate him like Samantha did. "I'm so sorry that had to happen." Samantha turned to Thomas as he kept his eyes on the road and both hands placed firmly on the steering wheel. "It's not your fault. I haven't been happy with her for a long time. I guess she needed to find out sooner or later." Thomas shrugged his shoulders as if it were no big deal but instead his heart he couldn't deny how the guilt stabbed at him. He swallowed hard and focused on where he was going. He decided that he would talk to Delia properly later. She had been distant for a while and he had his needs. Samantha was the opposite of Delia, she wore short skirts, made an effort with her hair and make up. She have Thomas the attention he craved and he couldn't stop himself from bending her over his desk and having sex with her. He knew it was wrong and he shouldn't do it since he had made a commitment to how wife five years ago when he married her and vowed to stay loyal and faithful but things had changed since then. Delia had stopped making an effort with herself and would barely speak to him unless she needed something. He didn't think it was fair that she would blame him for being driven into another woman's arms and now she was pregnant with his child. Thomas relished at the idea of being a father but it also scared him a little. He was pushing thirty and knew it would have to happen eventually. His business as a successful ceo would need to be handed down to a heir one day when he decided to retire. "Darling, let's go shopping I need a few things. For the baby." Samantha pouted and rubbed Thomas on his thigh seductively. He couldn't say no to Samantha. She was sexy and everything he could only dream about. It was difficult for him to control himself. "Of course my sweetness." He pulled into the car park and pulled out his wallet. Samantha grinned as she took his credit card and leant across to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I will just be a moment." Thomas informed her as he got out of the car to go and pay for the parking. He smiled to himself as Samantha waited in the car for him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and decided to try and contact his wife to make sure that she was ok and had hopefully calmed down. Arguing was not what he wanted to do. He frowned when the call went straight through to the answer machine. He placed his phone back into his pocket and quickly got his ticket for parking. Turning around he headed back to the car where Samantha was waiting impatiently. "Thomas, what took you so long?" She huffed, crossing her arms in mock annoyance, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I was just making sure everything was in order," he replied, trying to downplay the moment of hesitation he had felt when calling Delia. "You know, didn't want to keep you waiting." "Let's go, then! I can't wait to pick out the cutest little outfits for our baby. Just think of all the attention they'll get!" Samantha cooed, her excitement bubbling over. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've already seen some adorable things online-like tiny little shoes and a matching hat. We have to make sure this little one is the most fashionable baby on the block!" Thomas's heart raced at her enthusiasm, yet a flicker of doubt gnawed at him. He loved the idea of being a father, but it felt surreal given the circumstances. The weight of his betrayal loomed large over him, even as he sat next to Samantha, who represented the thrill of a new beginning. "Right, shopping first. Being practical is key." He nodded, forcing himself to focus on her. "Let's get everything you need." Once inside the store, Samantha became a whirlwind of energy, darting from aisle to aisle, picking out items with glee. Thomas trailed behind, half-heartedly scanning the merchandise, while his mind drifted to Delia. He hadn't been the perfect husband and had taken her for granted. Yet, the more he watched Samantha move with confidence, the more he found himself drawn to her. She exuded a life he craved: vibrant, passionate, and unapologetic. "Look at these!" Samantha held up a tiny onesie that read "Daddy's Little Star" and giggled. "It's cute, isn't it?" Thomas forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, cute." As they moved to the checkout, Thomas's phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced down, heart flipping at the name on the screen. Delia. Ignoring the call felt wrong, but answering it drew a line he wasn't sure he was ready to cross. "Are you going to get that?" Samantha asked, noticing his expression. "It's..." he hesitated. "It's nothing. Just a work thing. Let's focus on the baby." "Sure! Your last-minute decision not to answer could definitely wait," she teased, though her smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of concern passing across her face. The register chimed as they paid for the adorable baby clothes, and the clerk flashed a knowing grin. Thomas took the bags from her, trying to absorb the rush of the shopping trip, the excitement of what lay ahead. Outside, the sun was beginning to dip, casting a warm glow over the mall. Samantha looked at him expectantly, biting her lip. "So, what's next on our agenda? I mean, we can't just go home yet after making all these purchases! We should celebrate!" Thomas bit back a reluctance, sensing a storm brewing in his personal life. But Samantha's infectious excitement pulled him under. "Alright, let's grab a bite. Your treat, of course," he said, smirking at her. "Anything for you, love!" she chirped, linking her arm in his as they headed toward the exit. And yet, as he walked beside her, a shadow haunted him-a reminder that he still had a wife to answer to, a heart to mend, and choices that could change everything. With every step he took, the path was becoming more convoluted, and he wondered just how long he could keep both worlds separate before everything came crashing down.
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8.2
On my birthday, Braden left me for the 99th time to chase after his suicidal elusive ideal.
I informed the system, "I'm giving up on this mission. I'm exhausted."
For a full twelve years, I pulled out all the stops to warm Braden's heart, but I never succeeded.
The system told me that if I died in this world, I could return to my original world.
The first time, I cut my wrists in the bathroom. Braden kicked the door open and rushed me to the hospital, accusing me of playing the victim for attention.
The second time, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He burst in at the last moment, cradling me in his arms and sobbing, saying he realized his mistakes.
But wait. There was still a third and fourth time to come.

7.4
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.

9.2
As Dylan Andrews' kept companion, Elaine Willis was the epitome of perfection.
To be readily available for her benefactor, she took on work for only three months each year, filming low-budget movies and maintaining a lukewarm career.
Fully aware that Dylan saw her merely as a stand-in for his true love, she accepted it calmly, even deliberately mimicking the style of his beloved.
Everyone mocked her as a fragile vine, unable to survive without a man, destined to be chained to Dylan's side forever.
Yet, behind his back, she got two male escorts.

8.3
Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company.
But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along.
When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend."
Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival.
When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate.
"She's already married—to me."

7.3
Elena Beaumont has everything-wealth, status, and a future carved in gold. But behind the glittering façade lies a heart yearning for freedom. When a chance encounter with Kai, a rebellious outsider with a storm in his eyes, pulls her into a world of midnight rides and raw truths, Elena discovers what it means to truly live.
As stolen moments turn into undeniable passion, Elena must choose between the life she's always known and the love that defies every rule. In a story of risk, redemption, and romance, Love Beyond the Lines explores how far we'll go for the one who makes us feel alive.

9.3
For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future.
Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city."
Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed.
The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence.
Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."