Discarded Girlfriend, Claimed By His Cousin

After enduring a brutal marriage where her billionaire husband prioritized his mistress, she is left broken and discarded. He went as far as sacrificing her well-being to satisfy another woman’s needs. Now, she must navigate the aftermath of his cruelty and find a way to reclaim her life. This story follows her journey of survival and the complex quest for justice against the man who once promised to protect her but ultimately stole everything.

Ava sacrificed everything for her marriage to billionaire Silas, only to be treated with cold indifference and eventual betrayal. When he chooses another woman over her, Ava finally walks away, determined to reclaim her identity. However, as she builds a successful new life without him, Silas is consumed by a crushing realization of his mistake. Now, the powerful man who broke her heart must face the agony of regret and fight to win back the one he lost.

She staked everything on one plan: a perfect future with her fiancé. But the betrayal he hid in the shadows destroyed it all. He stole her pendant and wedding gown for the female student he secretly adored. When she fought to reclaim what was hers, he sent an entire row of clothing racks crashing down, shattering her arm and her career as a gold-medal architect. The summit of her industry vanished in one brutal moment. As she wept over her ruined limb, he stood holding the other woman's hand and declared her finished, replaced by Ariel. She finally saw the truth: through all their years together, she was never his one and only, just a substitute. So on the day meant for their wedding, she walked into the ceremony hall arm-in-arm with the childhood friend who had always been beside her.

After years of enduring a cold and neglected marriage, Olivia finally reaches her breaking point. Despite her unwavering devotion, her billionaire husband, Ethan, remains indifferent, prioritizing his business empire over her heart. When a tragic misunderstanding shatters her remaining hope, she chooses to walk away forever. Now, as Olivia seeks a fresh start, a desperate Ethan realizes the weight of his loss. Can love be rebuilt once it has completely vanished?

Trapped beneath the ruins of her Miami apartment after a devastating hurricane, a severely injured woman clings to life. Impaled and bleeding out, she desperately needs immediate rescue—and carries a secret pregnancy. But when help arrives, her billionaire husband, Julian Sterling, makes a shocking choice. Ignoring his wife's critical state, he demands paramedics save another woman, Sloane, claiming to be her fiancé to force their hand. Abandoned in the debris, she must face his ultimate betrayal.

I was in a high-end mall, browsing a toy store for my friend's daughter's birthday, when my world tilted on its axis. Through the polished glass storefront, I saw him. My husband, Julian. He was in the café opposite, seated beside the sprawling indoor children's play area. He wasn't alone. A woman, Seraphina Vance—a social media influencer whose perfectly curated life I’d occasionally scrolled past—was laughing, her head tilted just so. And between them, a little boy of about four, gleefully mashing a piece of cake into his own dark hair. Julian’s hair. They looked like a family. A perfect, happy family. An icy dread washed over me. I remembered Julian refusing to have a baby with me, citing the immense pressure of his work. All his business trips, the late nights… were they spent with them? I recalled a night six months ago when Noah had supposedly been sick. Julian had stayed out all night, his voice strained over the phone, telling me a "critical client had a medical emergency." The lie was so easy for him. I must have stared too long. The little boy, Noah, noticed me. He picked up a toy water pistol from their table, aimed it directly at me through the café’s open front, and squeezed the trigger. A jet of cold water hit my silk skirt, leaving a dark, spreading stain. Seraphina Vance turned, her eyes meeting mine. There was no surprise, only a flicker of amusement. She offered a saccharine smile. "Oh, dear. He's just playing with you," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned and walked away, my legs unsteady. I needed to leave, to breathe, to think. In the underground parking garage, I fumbled for my keys, my hands shaking. As I passed Julian’s sleek sedan, something on the passenger seat caught my eye. A heavy, cream-colored card with embossed lettering. "You are joyfully invited to the Christening of Noah Thorne." It was real. More real than a fleeting email. A physical invitation to a life I never knew existed. How could I have been so blind? My phone felt heavy in my hand. I didn’t call my best friend. I didn’t call a lawyer. I called the director of the Zurich Architectural Fellowship, a prestigious program I had deferred for him, for us. "I'd like to accept the fellowship," I said, my voice eerily calm. "I can leave immediately."