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 6
> “Are you sure this suits me?”
Aruna’s soft voice broke the elegant silence of the luxury boutique.
She stood before the tall mirror, wrapped in a champagne-colored gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her face was calm, yet her eyes were sharp — the kind of sharpness born from someone who had learned to hide her scars behind grace.
The boutique attendant smiled politely. “Yes, Mrs. Leonard. This gown is from our limited collection. There’s only one in the entire city.”
Aruna gave a small nod. “Alright. I’ll take this one—and the black one over there.”
She looked at her reflection again, as if trying to convince herself that the woman in the mirror was truly her new self.
Before the attendant could write down her order, a shrill, familiar voice echoed from the entrance.
> “Oh my God… look who we have here!”
Celine stood in the doorway, wearing oversized sunglasses and a flashy dress.
Two of her friends giggled behind her, their eyes sweeping Aruna from head to toe.
Aruna turned slowly. “Celine.”
Just one word—but her tone was as cold as the edge of a blade.
> “You actually dare to show up here?” Celine sneered, eyeing her mockingly. “I thought after being dumped by Revan, you’d finally know your place. But I see you still like pretending to be rich.”
The attendant shifted uneasily, but Aruna merely smiled faintly. “I’m not pretending. I’m simply buying what I like.”
Celine scoffed and snatched the price tag from the gown Aruna was holding.
> “Oh really? Do you even know how much this costs? Two hundred million rupiah, Aruna. Don’t tell me you’re planning to pay in installments—how embarrassing.”
Her friends laughed quietly. Aruna stayed silent, her calm starting to thin.
But Celine stepped closer, her tone sharper.
> “You think marrying a rich man makes you someone? Everyone knows who you really are—a cheap woman Revan once threw away!”
The attendant quickly tried to intervene. “Please, ma’am, we don’t allow disturbances here—”
But Celine pushed her hand away roughly.
> “Shut up! I’m just stating facts. Women like her don’t belong in a place for people with class!”
Aruna clenched her fists. Her eyes trembled—but she held her ground.
> “Are you done degrading me, Celine?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet burning with restrained fire.
Celine smirked. “Not yet. I want everyone here to know who you really are—”
> “Enough.”
The deep, commanding voice sliced through the air.
Everyone turned.
Leonard stood at the entrance, dressed in a black suit, his presence radiating quiet power. The attendants instantly bowed in respect.
Celine froze. Her face drained of color.
> “M-Mr. Leonard…”
Leonard walked toward them with unhurried steps, his gaze locked on Celine.
“So… you’re the woman bold enough to insult me in public?”
> “I—I wasn’t insulting you, sir. I just—”
> “My wife is standing right here,” Leonard cut her off coldly. “And every word you just said was an insult to our family name.”
Celine swallowed hard. “I—I didn’t know—”
Leonard took another step closer, closing the distance between them.
> “Well, now you do,” he said sharply. “And for your information, this boutique you’re standing in—the one where you mocked my wife? It’s mine. So I suppose you’ve just humiliated yourself in front of the owner.”
The entire boutique fell silent. Even the soft background music seemed to pause.
Celine stood frozen, her face burning red. Her two friends began to inch away, whispering nervously.
> “I—I’m so sorry, Mr. Leonard. I didn’t realize—”
Leonard’s eyes stayed fixed on her. “Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to my wife.”
Celine turned toward Aruna, her lips trembling, but Aruna spoke first.
> “No need. I don’t need an apology from someone who doesn’t even understand the meaning of self-respect.”
Aruna brushed past her and stood beside Leonard.
She looked at him briefly, her tone gentle but resolute.
> “I’ve chosen my gown, darling. I’d like to wear it tonight.”
Leonard’s expression softened with pride. “Take everything you want. A woman like you deserves no price tag.”
Celine bowed her head, her face flaming with humiliation as Aruna and Leonard walked away—grace and power in every step.
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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".