Divorce After Wife's Deceit

Married for three years, yet my wife always kept her distance. Her excuse? She was a little scared and just not ready. Before my birthday, she promised me a big surprise. I thought she was finally ready, so I booked a five-star hotel, going all out to prepare it just the way she liked it. But as evening fell, she still hadn’t shown up. Instead, I came across a Facebook post from her childhood friend, Ozzy. "In this vast world, having two hearts warm each other is the greatest happiness." The post featured an intimate picture of the two of them on a large hotel bed. The visible love marks on my wife's skin in the photos felt like a punch to the gut. I decided to let them have their epic love story.

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Alessia jumped up, hands on her hips. "Albert, what's gotten into you? I generously bought you a car, and this is how you repay me?"

With those words, she turned away and began to cry. In the past, I would have wrapped her in my arms before a single tear fell, offering comfort. But today, that instinct was gone. I brushed past her, retreating into the study and closing the door firmly behind me.

Since our marriage, Alessia and I hadn't shared the same bed. Every one of those countless nights, I spent alone in the study. Staring at the narrow single bed, I questioned the purpose of this marriage. Perhaps it was time to end this one-sided relationship.

I opened my laptop, browsing aimlessly while my mind wandered. Alessia had been my ideal, love at first sight. I was captivated by her vivacious spirit the moment I first saw her. I did everything I could to win her over, offering her everything I had.

Eventually, my persistence wore her down, and she agreed to be with me. The day I announced our relationship, I bought 9,999 roses and promised to love her forever. Her bright smile convinced me that I had won her heart.

Even after we married, though she didn't want to share a bedroom, I tried my best to respect her wishes. But the arrival of Ozzy Jones opened my eyes to the fact that some people could easily claim what I yearned for. It was time to wake up from this dream.

"Knock, knock."

The door to the study creaked open, and Alessia entered, holding a cup of coffee.

"Okay, darling, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten you a second-hand car. How about we go to the dealership tomorrow and buy a new one?"

It was rare for Alessia to swallow her pride like this. She set the cup down and gently leaned against my shoulders from behind, pressing her soft form against me. A sweet fragrance enveloped me.

Alessia's hands wandered over me, rekindling a long-dormant desire with every touch. Feeling a bit lost and entranced, I turned and took her into my arms. She responded willingly, and I traced a path down to her neck.

There, an unmistakable red mark caught my eye, hitting me like a punch as images of her and Ozzy flashed in my mind. Passion cooled instantly, and I pushed her away.

"Leave," I murmured, voice strained with control. "I need to be alone."

Alessia was stunned by my rejection, her lovely almond-shaped eyes filled with hurt. Once, those were the eyes I adored, so full of emotion. But now, they seemed to mock me with indifference.

Seeing that I didn’t react as she expected, a sarcastic smirk appeared on her lips. "Oh, Albert, stop pretending. Haven’t you always wanted to be with me?"

"Now that I’m here, what's with the act?"

I couldn't believe such words came from Alessia. Meeting her dismissive gaze, it felt as if a vibrant flower was wilting right before my eyes.

"No big loss. I'm not dying to cater to you anyway."

The door slammed shut with force. I clutched my chest, gasping for air as tears flowed freely. It felt like my insides were being torn apart.

I wiped away my tears, resolute in my decision. This marriage—this charade—had to end.

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For six years, Adrian Hale had a wife nobody knew about. He liked it that way. Until the night he paraded his dying ex-girlfriend in front of the press — and his real wife walked into the ballroom carrying a homemade birthday cake. Until his five-year-old son told four hundred strangers Amelia was "just the cleaning lady." Until she walked out of his life without a sound. By the time Leo's fever spikes at 2 a.m. and he's crying for the only mommy who ever made him soup, Amelia is in Paris. By the time Adrian unblocks her number, she's blocked his. By the time he sees the photograph — his wife, in buttercup yellow, on the arm of his Chairman — it's already too late. Some women fall to pieces when their husbands break their hearts. Amelia Quinn became someone else's headline.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

I Am Not Your Pawn Anymore

7.1

Barrett handed me a Montblanc pen and a legal document, his voice as cold as the rain lashing against his Tribeca penthouse. He told me to sign an admission of guilt for an SEC violation I never committed. "Eighteen months in prison, Anaya," he said, adjusting his cufflinks without looking at me. "The trust fund is set up. You'll get twenty million dollars the moment you step out." I was being sold. The man I had loved for ten years, the man whose secrets I had kept, was trading my freedom to save his merger with Adele Townsend. He had scrubbed the digital logs of Adele’s illegal trades and pinned everything on me. When I refused, he didn't see my heartbreak; he only saw a malfunction in a business transaction. "Do not speak her name," he hissed when I mentioned Adele’s fraud. "This merger is bigger than you." He forced the pen into my hand, calling me dramatic while his security guards dragged me to a locked bedroom to "cool down." I spent three days parched and starving, listening to the muffled sound of champagne corks popping down the hall. They were celebrating my destruction. My heart finally gave out in that luxury cage, the darkness swallowing me as I realized I was nothing more than a disposable asset to him. I died in that room, alone and betrayed by the person I trusted most. How could he do this? How could a decade of loyalty be worth less than a stock price? Why did I let him treat me like a sacrificial lamb for so long? GASP. I shot up in bed, my lungs burning, but I wasn't in the penthouse. I was in my old, peeling Brooklyn apartment, and the date on my phone was May 12th—three years ago. My phone buzzed with a text from Barrett: "Where are you? Bring the Townsend files. Now." A cold, cruel smile touched my lips as I typed the reply that would start his nightmare. "I quit."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

My Disabled Husband Is My Pretty Boy?.

8.0

Roxanne never expected her father would sell her out to be a disabled man's wife, instead of her sister. Heartbroken and threatened with her brother's treatment, Roxanne discovered her step-sister seduced her fiancee and got pregnant for him. Hurt and escaping from home, she ended up at a bar and made one of the greatest mistakes of her life but it later turned out to be worth it as the entire thing was a big misunderstanding. Her husband to be wasn't actually disabled, it was something more. He was the perfect man and Reina grew to regret her decision. As he helped her raise up, Roxanne discovered a heart-shattering her father was hiding from her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

My Husband Planned to Harvest My Organs

8.7

The charcoal smudges on my fingertips match the clouds gathering over Puget Sound. I've been sketching the same rose for an hour, trying to capture the way its petals curl inward like secrets. Cooper's head rests heavy on my thigh, his golden fur warm against the chill creeping through my cotton dress. Five years in this garden, and I still can't get the roses right. The estate sprawls around me—manicured hedges, imported marble fountains, windows that reflect nothing but sky. Beautiful. Suffocating. The ten-foot privacy walls are disguised as landscaping, but I know what they are. Protection, Jaxson calls it. The Hudson family has enemies.

Billionaire Mystery Romance

8.3

Tempting The Mysterious CEO

8.3

She once belonged to the elite circle; however, the cruel people behind them schemed several tricks to drag her entire family into a mud pit. First, her father was accused of being a corrupt politician, sending him to jail. Her mother barely accepts the truth that they were framed and humiliated, pushing her to commit suicide. Her youngest sister suddenly disappeared without any trace. And she was falsely accused as a whore after being sent to someone’s bed that she thought was her fiance’s bedroom. The schemers robbed everything that belonged to them, and she was driven into the deep abyss. Five years later, she became a fashion designer; however, a strange man blocked her path, claiming to be her children’s father.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.2

The billionaires unexpected wife

7.2

Blurb: Kael Vance is three months from losing his grandfather's company. His only hope is Santos Engineering. But Antonio Santos will not sell to strangers. His daughter is not a stranger. Lira Santos would do anything for her dying father. Even marry a cold, beautiful CEO who looks at her like a transaction. The contract is simple. One year of marriage. Separate bedrooms. Separate lives. No love. No complications. Just business. But the contract did not account for coffee left on the counter every morning. For dinner waiting at midnight. For sunflowers that appear without explanation. When the year ends, the contract expires. But what if she does not want to leave? What if he cannot let her go?

Billionaire Modern Romance

Divorce After Wife's Deceit

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