Divorce After Wife's Cheat

On the day of the piano concert, my wife sat in the audience with the new intern from the orchestra, clutching the VIP ticket I had given her. She had told me she was catching a flight out of town to gather inspiration and wouldn't be back in time for my performance. From the stage, I could see Eliza, but she was focused on the intern rather than the performer, who was obviously me. Even though there was no crowd blocking her view, she seemed unaware. Seeing her joy, I suddenly understood her words from earlier that morning: "As much as I love turkey, sometimes you crave a burger." Three days after the concert, I bumped into Eliza outside our apartment building. She stood bashfully beside a gleaming motorcycle, with the orchestra's intern, Quinn, at her side. Normally aloof around strangers, she allowed Quinn to cup her face in his hands. Eliza even rose on her tiptoes to give him a brief, almost invisible kiss on the lips. Then, like a young woman head-over-heels in love, she turned back with a coy smile and reluctantly headed upstairs. Snow began to fall suddenly.

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I didn't confront Eliza about the excuses she made to avoid my questions. Instead, I walked over to the fridge without any emotion and pulled out two packs of instant ravioli, holding them up. "I don't feel like cooking tonight. How about we just have these?"

The smile on Eliza's face disappeared immediately. She grabbed the ravioli from me and crushed them, the sound of crumpling plastic filling the room.

Her expression turned sour. "Thomas, am I to take this as you giving me an attitude?"

I met her gaze steadily. Eliza's brow furrowed, and she stared at me with the intensity of someone gearing up for a fight. But I was just too tired and didn't feel like cooking dinner.

Was Eliza really so impatient now that even my reluctance to cook was enough to set her off?

When I didn't answer right away, Eliza exhaled deeply and placed the crushed ravioli back on the counter. "You've changed. You never used to let these little things bother you. I shouldn't have missed the concert, but I have my own life too. I can't always be by your side."

"You're such a disappointment, Thomas. I'm going out for dinner; you stay here and think things over."

Without waiting for a response, Eliza went to the bedroom, changed into a figure-hugging Victorian-style dress, grabbed her coat, and headed out. After getting ready, she picked up her phone and sent a voice message to someone, "Come pick me up."

As she turned the doorknob, instinct kicked in, and I opened the drawer of the shoe cabinet. "It's chilly out, take a hand warmer with you."

Regret washed over me the moment I offered, but thankfully, Eliza shook her head. "No, keep it for yourself."

She didn't even look at my outstretched hand, heading out the door without hesitation.

She was always so sensitive to the cold. Even the slightest chill would make her cuddle up to me, giggling as she slipped her hands under my collar for warmth. I couldn't stand to see her cold and always gave in to her demands.

In winter, I made sure to have hand warmers ready, or stocked at home, to give her when I couldn't be there with her outside. Seven years without fail.

Even now, after discovering her affair and feeling utterly heartbroken, my instinct was still to care for her.

Yet now, she says she doesn't need me anymore.

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The day before the wedding with my childhood betrothed, I hid in the bridal suite, hoping to surprise him. Instead, I was the one taken aback by the news of his marriage. "Three days ago, I went to the courthouse and got a marriage license with Birdie Garcia," Eli boasted. His friends praised his audacity, "Eli, you rogue, making decisions on your own. Why even bother with the wedding? Does Arabella know about this?" Eli adjusted his watch with an air of disdain. "Even if she does, what difference does it make? She practically begged for this wedding." "I've made an arrangement with Birdie. Arabella can have a title in public, but at home, she'll be our maid, catering to both of us," he said smugly. "After all, one can't be too greedy." Outside the room, my hands shook slightly as I held the glass of sparkling water.

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8.3

Erased Memories, A Second Chance At Love

8.3

They found me days after the avalanche, a bloody canvas against the stark white snow. When my fiancé, Gabriel, finally arrived, I thought I was saved. But he wasn't there to rescue me; he was there to blame me. His mistress, Candace, clung to his arm with a tiny scratch while my leg was a mangled, frostbitten wreck. "What in God's name did you do?" he spat, his voice like ice. Back at the hospital, Candace and her therapist brother convinced him my injuries were minor. They secretly withheld my treatment, laughing at my silent agony while Gabriel accused me of faking it all for attention. He called off our engagement, reminding me I was just a burden he was forced to care for after my parents died saving his family. His disgust and her lies finally broke me. So I made a deal with a goddess. I threw myself from the hospital balcony, trading my love and all my memories of him for a new life. When I opened my eyes again, the man who had destroyed me was a complete stranger.

Modern Romance

7.1

Jilted Heiress Strikes Back

7.1

They ruined her face. Stole her child. Now she's back-and nothing will stop her. Five years ago, Raina Carrington lost everything: her beauty, her family, and her newborn baby. Now she's returned-unrecognizable, unbreakable, and with one goal in mind: to find her son and make them pay. But revenge is never simple, especially when it draws the attention of Leif Vexley-the most powerful and dangerous man in the city-who just might hold the key to her child's past. Yet she's not the victim anymore. She's the storm-and she's ready to strike.

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8.1

Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

8.1

Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest.

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8.5

Shattered Rings And Her Priceless Hidden Identity

8.5

I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash. But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering. "The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress." My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears. I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase. Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly. "You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money." When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side. I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife. But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book. So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.

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9.2

THAT SUMMER I MET HIM

9.2

She thought he was her childhood friend, but she was wrong. It isn't him. This man is vicious, this man is cruel but against all odds, this man is the one who will take her heart.

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