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 4
Delia stared at her phone and growled crossly as he had the nerve to try and ring her after everything that he had done. Didn't he realise how much pain that he had caused her? They were supposed to be happy, she had loved that man with every ounce of her being. She had been faithful and waited on him hand and foot, and this is how he had repaid her? Did Thomas not respect his wife enough to be loyal back? "I'm here for you, Delia. Don't let that bitch and that cheating scumbag get you down. They aren't worth it." Her best friend reached across the table and said firmly. Looking up at her best friend, Delia smiled a little. She knew that her friends was right but it was hard. She thought of how only a couple of hours ago she had been excited to tell Thomas he would soon be a father but it turned out he was already going to be a father to his secretary's unborn child. "Delia, what are you going to do?" She asked softly. Delia drew in a breath and placed her hands on the table. "I'm going to divorce him and take him for everything that he's got. He will regret messing with me." Delia declared, her voice steadying as determination surged within her. Her friend's eyes widened in surprise, and Delia could see the support radiating from her. "Are you sure? I mean, it's a big step," her friend replied gently, concern lacing her tone. "I've put up with his neglect for too long. I let him take me for granted while I poured my love into a man who clearly didn't appreciate it. I could've built a life with him-but instead, he chose to destroy ours with someone else. I deserve more." Delia felt the words fire up within her, igniting a resilience she hadn't known she possessed. Her friend nodded, slowly. "Okay, but you have to be smart about it. Have you thought about everything you want from this divorce?" "Of course," Delia said, a hint of pride creeping into her tone. "I want joint custody of any children we might have, a fair split of our assets, and most importantly, I want my dignity back. I won't let him make a fool out of me anymore." "Good. You have every right to stand your ground," her friend replied, visibly relieved by Delia's clarity of purpose. "And I'm here for you. Whatever you need, just say the word." "Thanks, I really appreciate it," Delia said, her heart grateful for the support. She had always been the strong one-always rooting for others and placing their needs above hers. Now it was time for her to prioritize herself and regain control of her life. "You know, I'm right here, and I'll help you through this," her friend reminded her. "You won't be alone. We can find a good attorney, and I can help you figure out what to do next." Delia took another deep breath, feeling lighter. "That would be amazing. I did love him once-maybe even still do-but this... this is a wake-up call, and I refuse to let it be for nothing. I can't let my life revolve around someone who doesn't cherish me." As they continued to strategize over their dinner, Delia felt a mix of sadness and excitement wash over her. Yes, it hurt deeply to know that Thomas had betrayed her, but it also unveiled a world of possibilities she had never allowed herself to envision. A world without the weight of his infidelity hanging over her shoulders. "I want a new start," she declared, her voice tightening with renewed resolve. "One where I don't have to hide or shrink myself to cater to someone else's needs. I will be the woman I was before him-before I thought I had to change to keep someone else happy." "Absolutely! You will rise from this stronger than ever," her friend affirmed, reaching out to squeeze Delia's hand in solidarity. Delia smiled, a genuine one this time, as her heart began to mend itself. It was going to be a long road ahead, but she wasn't alone. She had people who believed in her, and that made all the difference. Tough choices awaited her, but with each passing moment, she felt a clarity that brought hope. "Tomorrow," she concluded decisively, "I'll start gathering information on attorneys." "Perfect! And after that, let's go out and treat ourselves. You deserve it!" Delia chuckled, "What I really deserve is a big glass of wine, but I'll take the treatment too!" As they laughed and toasted to her new beginning, Delia understood that this was her turning point. She was ready to step into her power and reclaim her happiness, no matter the cost. Thomas had made his choices, and now it was time for her to make hers.
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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
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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."