Divorce After Wedding Fiasco

My husband, Clark, usually has a quiet demeanor and isn't fond of lively gatherings. Yet, this time, he insisted on being the best man at a friend's wedding. When we arrived, I noticed the bridesmaid was his first love, Raven. Not only did he link arms with her for a toast, but during the ceremony, he also caught the bouquet and pretended to propose to her on one knee. I felt a wave of bitterness, tears welling up as I sought an explanation. His response was dismissive: "It's just a bit of fun between the best man and bridesmaid at weddings. Don't take it so seriously." "We just wanted to make up for missed chances, and you're overreacting?" He was quick to address old regrets with Raven, yet conveniently forgot the wedding ceremony he owed me for seven years. In the past, I might have let it go, but this time, I felt utterly drained. "You've never held a wedding, so you might not get it," Clark remarked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "It's just normal for the best man and bridesmaid to have fun at a wedding.

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Why is it that even when I’ve done nothing wrong, they already see me as guilty of the worst offenses? My throat feels bitter, and there's a weight pressing down as if I'm swallowing shards of glass.

At precisely eight o'clock, the bridal party gathered outside our new home to play entrance games. "Let's start with a toast!" Devin Berry handed two small glasses of whiskey to Clark Davis and Raven Gilbert, grinning mischievously.

Their faces flushed as they linked arms, bringing their faces close together. Clark’s Adam's apple moved with elegance as he swallowed. A memory surfaced—whether it was the first time he met my family or during Thanksgiving dinners over the past seven years, he never touched alcohol. No matter how much my dad and relatives encouraged him to enjoy a drink with the in-laws, he always refused with a firm face, saying, "I'm a doctor; alcohol affects the nervous system and causes tremors."

Yet here was Clark, brow furrowed as he quickly downed his drink. Without hesitating at the burn, he grabbed Raven's unfinished glass and emptied it. "This stuff packs a punch; I’ll drink hers too."

As soon as the glasses were put away, Devin held up a piece of chocolate tied to a string, with a mysterious smile. "Clark, Raven, let's see how well you work together. Reaching my bride's door depends on you."

Amidst the cheers, Clark and Raven faced each other, leaning forward to reach the dangling sweet. Raven’s cheeks were flushed, and even the usually stoic Clark had ears tinged with red.

As their faces drew closer, the knot in my chest tightened. Under my intense gaze, the chocolate softened from the warmth of their mouths. When their lips finally met, Clark jerked back, quickly pulling away. But I saw it—Raven's seemingly accidental, light lick against his lips.

Devin tossed the barely-eaten chocolate aside, shouting, "Congrats on the wedding! May your love be sweet and joyful! You've passed the test; open the door!"

My legs felt heavy as lead, and I trailed behind the crowd. The noise around me was overwhelming, yet inside, I felt only emptiness. Clark, standing tall amid the group, suddenly turned to look at me. I saw a flicker of worry, guilt, and hesitation in his eyes.

I pressed my nails into my palms and forced a smile his way. Clark relaxed his tense expression, returning my smile with a gentle one of his own.

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Her marriage is sexless, cold, and full of humiliation. She stays in the suck marriage to collect her billionaire husband's money for build her own business, and plan her freedom. While he rides his mistress in their bed many times, she quietly turns his wealth into her weapon. Years later, the wife everyone mocked becomes the world's first female trillionaire. When her bankrupt ex-husband kneels before her, willing to lick her dirt just to have her back, she smiles from her bathtub filled with money and says, "Ex-husband, I'm going to marry the second richest man in the world."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Betrayal and Second Chances

9.1

Ezra's lifelong friend had recently lost her husband. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought Laurel and her daughter into a bar and, in front of everyone, slipped the wedding ring off my finger. "Laurel needs a status now; you should give up this ring," he said. "Starting tomorrow, quit your job and focus on taking care of them at home." The room went silent, everyone expecting me to explode in anger. But I stayed composed, placing the signed divorce papers on the table before leaving. A friend stood up to intervene, but Ezra swirled his whiskey glass, smirking, "Let her go. I bet she’ll be begging for my forgiveness before dawn." As the door closed, laughter echoed through the room like crashing waves. They had no idea I’d received a text half an hour ago confirming my visa approval. The person picking me up was already waiting at my doorstep ten minutes earlier. This time, I wouldn’t look back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

Ex proposed, but my son is 3 years old

8.5

Five years ago, they chose her over me. My brother, my best friend, and the man I loved—all of them turned their backs when Lucy, the “real” daughter, pointed a trembling finger at me. I didn’t tear her dress. But no one believed me. So I left. Now I’m back for my grandfather’s birthday. They think I’m the same desperate girl who begged for scraps of their affection. Kevin actually offers to marry me—as if he’s doing me a favor. Jason demands I apologize. Tom watches from the sidelines. They don’t know I have a son. They don’t know I married Galen Thorne, the one man whose power dwarfs their petty wealth. And they have no idea I kept every receipt from the night they destroyed me. Lucy thinks she can smear my name again. But this time, I’m not fighting for their love. I’m here to watch them fall. The truth about the DNA test is coming. And when it does, the family they built on my tears will collapse. They wanted a villain. They got one.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

His Mistress Stole My Miracle

9.3

I smoothed down the front of my champagne-colored gown, taking a deep breath as I stepped into the grand ballroom of the Belvedere Hotel. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the crowd of Manhattan's elite who had gathered to celebrate our engagement. My engagement to Marcus Sterling—the man I'd devoted five years of my life to, the man I'd helped learn to walk again after his accident, the man who had promised to love me forever. "There she is!" Marcus's voice carried across the room as he made his way toward me, his gait strong and confident. No one would ever guess that just three years ago, doctors had said he might never walk again. He reached for my hand, his fingers warm against mine. "You look stunning, Elena." I smiled up at him, memories flooding back of countless nights spent in physical therapy, of the tears and triumphs, of holding him when the pain became too much. "This feels like a dream," I whispered. "You deserve this night," he said, guiding me further into the room. "You deserve everything." As we moved through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

His Virgin Bride

9.7

He needed a virgin bride to claim his inheritance. She got a husband she never needed. But the night they met, blood and betrayal sealed their fate. Nicole was supposed to be a quiet, obedient wife—just enough to help Caius Lennox claim his legacy. But when his uncle schemes to destroy her innocence before she ever reaches the altar, their fragile arrangement shatters. On their wedding night, Caius discovers the truth too late—she was untouched. And now, she’s his wife. He sent her away in anger. Now, he’ll burn the world to bring her back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

The Reborn Heiress: Betting On Chaos

9.2

I woke up gasping for air, my fingers clawing at a neck that was smooth instead of bruised. The air smelled of lavender and expensive starch, not the metallic tang of blood and the mold of the basement where I had just died. A text flashed on my phone from Derrick, the man I thought was the love of my life: "Good morning, my angel. I can't wait to see you tonight." The heart emoji mocked me, a remnant of a girl who was once stupid, blind, and pathetically in love. In my past life, I was the perfect, submissive fiancée. I didn't realize the "vitamins" Derrick gave me were actually a cocktail of drugs designed to keep me foggy and compliant while he and my own uncle dismantled my father’s company. I stood by him as my parents died in a "car accident" that I now know was a murder he orchestrated. By the time I realized I was married to the devil, he had already stripped me of my wealth, my family, and finally, my breath. I stared at the gold-embossed calendar on the vanity: June 12, 2014. The day of our engagement party. The day I originally signed my life away to a monster who saw me as nothing more than a bank account to be drained. I felt a cold, sharp rage replace the terror. I wasn't going to be the victim this time. I wasn't going to take his pills or wear the modest, pastel dress he chose to make me look like a saint. "I need a match," I whispered to the most dangerous man in the city, Branch Brewer, as I gripped his tie in a hotel hallway. "I want to spend your money until Derrick chokes on it. I want to watch his empire crack." Reborn on the morning of the gala, I’ve traded my white lace for black silk. The guest list is set, the press is waiting, and Derrick thinks he’s about to win it all. He has no idea that the "fragile" girl he murdered is back to burn his world to the ground.

Billionaire Fantasy Romance

Divorce After Wedding Fiasco

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