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 4
“Aruna, look at me.”
Leonard’s voice came calm but sharp from behind the bedroom door.
Aruna stood before the tall mirror, dressed in a silver-black satin gown. Her hand slowly brushed through her long hair, now styled elegantly. Her face was expressionless—cold and poised, like a marble statue.
“I told you,” she said flatly without turning, “I don’t like being called like that without a reason.”
Leonard entered with steady steps, wearing a crisp white shirt and a dark gray suit. His gaze lingered on her reflection.
“I have a reason,” he said simply, leaning against the vanity.
“Revan is getting married next week.”
The comb in Aruna’s hand froze mid-air.
Silence filled the room.
Slowly, she placed the comb down.
“Repeat that,” she said softly.
Leonard’s tone held no trace of jest. “Your ex. Revan. He’s marrying Celine.”
Aruna smiled faintly—a smile more like a wound than joy.
“He forgot quickly,” she murmured.
Then she turned, her eyes burning sharp.
“And you’re telling me this because?”
Leonard slipped his hands into his pockets, calm as ever.
“Because I want to know… if you’d like to attend.”
Aruna studied him, her gaze long and searching.
“Attend? So they can laugh at me? So Celine can finally smile, seeing me fall apart completely?”
Leonard stepped closer until only a few paces separated them.
“No. You won’t attend as the woman who was discarded,” he said quietly but firmly.
“You’ll attend as Mrs. Leonard Arken—the wife of the most powerful man in City A.”
Aruna gave a short, bitter laugh. “You want to turn me into a display piece for your power games?”
Leonard met her gaze without flinching. “No. I want to give you a stage to stand above them.”
Aruna was silent. Her chest trembled—caught between anger and an unfamiliar ache.
“And if I refuse?”
Leonard’s voice dropped lower, steadier.
“Then they’ll keep believing they’ve won—and that you’re ruined.”
Aruna took a deep breath. She looked back at the mirror—the face that once looked gentle now carried an entirely different aura. Sharp eyes, crimson lips, a quiet danger in her posture.
She smiled faintly.
“Of course,” she said coolly. “I’d love to congratulate them… in my own way.”
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That night, in the vast dining hall of their mansion, Aruna sat at the marble table. Leonard poured red wine into her glass.
“You don’t regret it, do you?” Leonard asked, not looking at her.
Aruna lifted the glass with delicate grace. “Regret?” She smirked. “No. I’m just learning to be calm while planning revenge.”
Leonard met her gaze across the table. “You’ve changed a lot since the day I found you in that hospital.”
Aruna took a slow sip, then set the glass down gently.
“People who’ve lost everything don’t stay the same.”
“Maybe,” Leonard said quietly. “But be careful, Aruna. Revenge has a way of making you forget who you are.”
Aruna smiled faintly, her eyes glinting.
“Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten who I am. I’m just becoming someone they’ll never dare to hurt again.”
Leonard studied her for a long moment, then nodded slightly. “Good. Then we’ll attend that wedding… as the perfect couple.”
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The day of Revan and Celine’s wedding arrived.
The grand hotel in the heart of City A glittered with luxury—music drifting softly, white flowers adorning every corner, flashes of cameras capturing smiles and laughter.
Aruna entered with Leonard beside her, wearing a blood-red gown adorned with pearls at her throat. All eyes turned.
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
“Isn’t that… Aruna?”
“Wait, wasn’t she Revan’s ex?”
“No way—she came with Leonard Arken?”
Aruna held her head high, walking gracefully beside Leonard.
At the front of the hall, Revan turned mid-conversation—his face froze.
Aruna smiled, sweet yet cutting.
“Congratulations, Revan,” she said softly when they finally stood face-to-face.
“Truly, I didn’t expect you to marry this soon.”
Revan swallowed hard. “Aruna… I—”
Before he could finish, Celine appeared, clutching his arm tightly.
“Oh! Aruna, it’s been ages,” she said sweetly, her tone laced with mockery. “So glad to see you’ve finally found someone who would take you in.”
Leonard’s lips curved into a small, sharp smile.
“Thank you, Mrs. Revan,” he said coolly. “But perhaps you haven’t heard—this woman beside me isn’t just anyone. She’s my wife—Mrs. Leonard Arken.”
The room fell into stunned silence.
Guests exchanged looks; Celine’s smile faltered, and Revan’s face turned pale.
Aruna looked at them both, her gaze calm yet piercing.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “I didn’t come to revisit the past. I only wanted to say… may you be happy. If that’s even possible.”
The final words carried pain—but also undeniable strength.
Revan’s voice turned bitter. “So this is your revenge, Aruna? Showing up with a rich man so you can pretend you’ve won?”
Aruna stepped closer until only a breath separated them. Her smile was cool, her eyes like steel.
“No, Revan. This isn’t revenge.”
Then she leaned in, whispering just loud enough for him to hear—
> “It’s proof… that I can still stand, even after you tried to destroy me.”
Revan gave a shaky laugh, hiding behind arrogance. “You’re still so dramatic.”
Aruna stared at him—and then slap!
The sound of her hand striking his cheek echoed through the hall.
Gasps filled the air.
Aruna leaned closer, whispering,
> “Consider that my wedding gift to you.”
Then she turned, took Leonard’s hand, and walked out with her head high—leaving the room in complete silence.
Outside, Leonard glanced at her, his voice quiet. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
Aruna smiled faintly.
“No. But at least now they know… the woman they once threw away is gone. What remains is someone who will never lose again.”
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The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred.
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"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.
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That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
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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
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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.
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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.
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7.9
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7.3
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