Ex-husbands Betrayal in Marriage
When love is repaid with humiliation, pain turns into strength.
Aruna came carrying medicine and a slice of birthday cake for the man she loved-Revan.
But when she arrived at his house, what she found was not the warm smile she had longed for, but a sight that shattered her heart: Revan kneeling down, proposing to another woman in front of everyone.
The medicine she had bought with her hard-earned money was thrown away.
The cake she had made with love was crushed underfoot without mercy.
And Aruna... was left behind without an explanation-only pain and a pride torn to pieces.
On her way home, an accident took not only her strength but also the life of the unborn child she carried within her.
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Chapter 2
“Stop crying, Aruna…”
The voice was faint—coming from her own trembling lips.
But the tears refused to stop.
Her steps were heavy as she walked down the narrow path away from Revan’s house.
The rain poured hard again, biting into her skin, soaking her hair until it clung to her face.
But the cold was nothing compared to the ache trembling inside her chest.
“He even… threw away the cake…” she whispered hoarsely.
Her trembling fingers clutched the dented cake box.
“God, I just wanted him to get better… why did it turn out like this?”
Her steps faltered as she stumbled toward the parking area where her old motorcycle waited.
The lights from Revan’s house still glowed behind her—bright, grand, dazzling.
Mocking her. Whispering, You don’t belong here.
Aruna started the engine, her hands shaking.
The rain lashed against her face mercilessly, but she didn’t care.
She just wanted to leave. Far away. From everything.
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“Why, Revan… why were you so cruel to me?”
She spoke to the air, to the darkness of the night, to the silent God above.
Her sobs were swallowed by the roar of the rain.
“I spent every cent I had for that medicine. I worked late, until my hands bled.
I thought you’d be happy. I thought… you still loved me.”
Her cries broke into the storm, blurring her vision as the wet road shimmered under the dim streetlights.
The wipers on her helmet visor couldn’t clear the water fast enough.
But Aruna kept riding. Without direction. Without purpose.
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> “Why, God? I didn’t even get to say happy birthday to him…”
The words came between sobs.
She stopped by the side of the road, taking a long breath, lifting her face toward the sky.
Rain and tears mingled on her cheeks.
“God… I did everything right, didn’t I? I was loyal, I was honest, I fought for him.
So why did he hurt me… like I was nothing?”
She lowered her gaze, clutching her abdomen as a faint pain pulsed within—a pain she had been feeling lately.
But she never knew the reason. She thought it was just exhaustion.
“It’s okay, baby…” she whispered softly, caressing her stomach. “Mommy’s strong. We’re strong…”
A flash of lightning split the sky, blindingly bright.
Aruna twisted the throttle again, cutting through the curtain of rain down the lonely, slippery road.
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But a small step of fate was already waiting for her.
From the distance, headlights approached—blinding, fast, uncontrolled.
The horn blared.
“BRAAAAK!”
Everything happened too quickly.
Aruna’s motorcycle spun out of control. Her body was thrown violently against the asphalt.
The crash of metal and shattering glass echoed beneath the pounding rain.
Her body rolled several meters before coming to a stop in the muddy roadside.
Dark red blood streamed down from her temple. Her breaths came ragged, shallow.
“Ahh…”
Her hand moved weakly, pressing her abdomen—now searing with unbearable pain.
A pain that stabbed deep, as if something inside her was crying out.
“No… please… don’t…” her voice was faint, carried away by the storm.
“My baby…”
She tried to crawl, but her body wouldn’t move.
The sounds of rain, thunder, and screeching tires blended into chaos.
A man rushed out of the stopped car, a black umbrella in his hand, his footsteps splashing through puddles.
“Oh God! Miss! Can you hear me?!”
Aruna blinked weakly toward the voice.
Her vision blurred, everything fading and drifting away.
“D-Don’t touch me…” she whispered, barely audible. “I just… want to go home…”
The man’s eyes widened when he saw the blood soaking her abdomen.
“She’s bleeding out—call an ambulance! Now!” he shouted to someone still in the car.
Aruna forced a faint smile, though her body trembled uncontrollably.
“No… I’m… I’m fine…”
But her lips were pale, and her eyes slowly began to close.
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With the last fragment of consciousness, she pressed her hands against her stomach.
“Please… save her…” she whispered weakly. “Don’t let… my baby go…”
The rain poured harder.
The man knelt beside her, trying desperately to stop the bleeding with shaking hands.
“Miss! Stay with me! Hey, can you hear me?! The ambulance is coming!”
But his voice was fading—distant, muffled.
All the colors around her dulled into gray.
Only the sound of rain remained… and the slowing beat of her heart.
Aruna’s lips curved into a faint, broken smile as a single tear slipped down her cheek.
> “I promise… I’ll live… even if everyone else leaves me behind…”
Then, the world went dark.
The rain kept falling, washing away blood and pain—
and on that silent, rain-soaked road,
a girl who had lost everything…
had just begun the story of her second life.
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8.5
I woke up in the tangled black silk sheets of the Mafia Don's bed, my skin still burning from his ruthless touch in the dark.
The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred.
Instead of having me killed for soiling her husband's bed, she offered a devil's bargain.
"You will take my place in his bed. You will be a shadow in the dark."
In my past life, I foolishly accepted, thinking her money would pay for my dying mother's hospital bills. I didn't realize the untouchable Mafia Queen was barren and just needed a disposable incubator. After I endured the Don's violent possession and birthed the Moretti heir, they cut off my mother's medicine. Then, they dragged me to a remote warehouse and suffocated me with a wet mattress to bury their dirty secret forever.
Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand why my absolute submission and suffering were rewarded with such a brutal, meaningless death.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning after the Don first claimed me.
I knelt on the Persian rug, weeping tears of fake gratitude as Bianca handed me the cash. But the moment my escort looked away, I didn't take her fertility herbs. I bought a bitter root from an alley witch to keep my womb empty. This time, I won't give the Don a child. I'll become his darkest obsession, and use his lethal power to burn this entire family to the ground.
9.6
I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it."
9.5
Gina was locked in Blackwood Asylum for five years, framed as a violent lunatic by her own wealthy family.
Her brother suddenly dragged her out, but not to save her. He forced her into an arranged marriage with Kerr Brooks, the billionaire emperor of New York, just to save the Rollins family's failing company.
Back at the estate, her parents treated her like a biohazard. They showered her adopted sister, Hailie, with love and luxury, while forcing Gina into a freezing servant's room. They threw a brutal prenuptial agreement at her face and threatened to leak a deepfake scandal video to the press if she didn't play the perfect bride. To ensure Gina's absolute ruin, Hailie even ordered a maid to spike her dinner with a massive dose of LSD. They were ruthlessly sacrificing her to a man who was secretly in a deep, unresponsive coma.
"She is just a tool, Hailie. Do not waste your pity on a broken thing."
Her mother's cold words echoed in the foyer. They looked at Gina's faded jumpsuit and vacant eyes, fully believing she was a heavily sedated pawn they could easily manipulate and discard.
But they didn't know Gina was a master hacker, a lethal underground surgeon, and the secret owner of the world's top luxury brand. She neutralized the poison in seconds and slipped into her comatose fiancé's heavily guarded ICU. Disabling the secret neuro-suppressants keeping him asleep, Gina smiled in the dark. If they wanted her to marry a corpse, she would use his empire to bury them all alive.
7.9
Valerie Ashford, a girl who had just turned twenty-one, was introduced by her father to his business associates at a grand party, where she met a frightening, cold-blooded man.
That man was none other than her father's business partner, the CEO of a major corporation. He was taken with Valerie and had wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
For Rovano Morvane, whatever he desired was absolute and he had to have it, even by the worst means possible.
That night Valerie vanished without a trace and Rovano became the prime suspect, yet the Ashford family could not prove their allegations.
"P-please, I don't want to die, sir..." Valerie whispered so softly that Rovano had to bend down even lower.
"Didn't you just say you didn't care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth." Rovano ordered.
Cold, Valerie felt the other side of the folding knife pressed against her cheek.
Rovano was going to mark Valerie.
It felt like something was missing if Rovano didn't take out his psychopathic urges on someone.
And this time, for the first time, he wanted a girl: Valerie Ashford.
Would Valerie's life end here?
8.0
"Don't you dare touch me. You bloody monster," Eric whispered glaring at me, which only turned me on the more.
A beautiful smile crossed my lips; luckily for us, his fake mother was so focused on Katherine, she did not know I was fucking her son before her eyes.
"So I am now a monster, huh? That was not what you said yesterday. Or have you forgotten about our hot night?" I asked as I traced my way to his lap again, approaching his groin area.
He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming around. "Damien. I am Katherine's fiancé. your niece" He reminded me as my hands reached his groan, caressing it through the layers of his trousers.
"Yesterday you were Mike's boyfriend, and what did I tell you? I don't give a fuck!," I whispered back. "Now be quiet and try to control yourself" .
Eric's life is thrown upside down when his brother is killed on his coronation day, and he now has to become the king. and he can't because he is gay and he has a boyfriend who he loves dearly, or so he thought until he met Damien Monetro, his fiancée's uncle and his former one-night stand
7.3
Gwendolyn just wanted to forget her cheating ex, not accidentally sleep with the most powerful billionaire in New York.
She tries to run, terrified of the consequences. But the Wall Street tyrant has already claimed her as his ultimate obsession. He spoils her with limitless black cards, multi-million dollar custom Porsches, and a level of absolute devotion she never experienced in her toxic family.
Jordi thought he was climbing the social ladder by abandoning her?
Colette thought she could bully a "poor girl"?
Think again.
With the Wall Street King backing her every move, Gwendolyn is about to show them what real power looks like. Jordi wanted wealth and status? Great. Now, he has to bow down and call his ex-girlfriend "Mom".