Ex Wife, Please One More Chance
Amelia's life took an unexpected turn when she learned that she was diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only six months to live.
Heartbroken and devastated, the last thing she had expected was to be offered a divorce agreement by her husband, Adrian, when she got back home.
Given that their contract has expired and his ex-girlfriend, who was also Amelia's stepsister, has returned, Adrian wanted Amelia to make way for her. But the last thing he had expected was what she requested as compensation for the divorce.
What did Amelia really request as compensation for the divorce?
What happens when Adrian finds out that the reason why he has been keeping his feelings from Amelia was all lies and that who he wants to leave Amelia for isn't who she really is?
What happens when Adrian tries to win back the woman who he has neglected and sometimes mistreated for no reason only to find out that she's diagnosed with a terminal illness and that she has only a month remaining to live?
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Chapter 6
*Adrian*
"Babe, do you really have to go back? You know we can stay together as long as you want," Melissa said to me with pouted lips while clinging to me.
"I'm very well aware of that, but unfortunately I can't continue staying here. I have stayed here for over three days with you, and now I have to go back to where I live," I said to Melissa, and with that she frowned unhappily.
"And also to be with her, right?" she asked, and with that I sighed heavily, knowing she was talking about Amelia.
Three days ago, after the argument she had with Amelia, I had done something which I knew deep down was very wrong.
It's true that both of them were arguing, but she crossed the line when she insulted Amelia's late mum during the argument, and despite knowing that, I still took her side and asked Amelia to apologise to her, and when Amelia didn't agree, I angrily left with Melissa, and for the past three days, I have been living in one of my safe houses with Melissa.
Even though what I did to Amelia was wrong, deep down I don't regret it; after all, she had done worse than that to Melissa and me.
If Melissa and I aren't married today, it's all because of Amelia. Three years ago, she had orchestrated a scandal that not only threatened to ruin my life but also ruined my marriage with Melissa, and that's the reason why I got married to her instead of Melissa in order to save both my reputation and that of her family.
In order to get back at her for doing that, I had treated her so well since when we got married to the extent that she completely forgot everything that she had done to Melissa and me and fell in love with me, and when I was very sure that she had fallen head over heels for me, I served her a divorce agreement in order to get back with the love of my life, who is Melissa.
I know that I may seem like a devil for doing that to her, but this was the least of the punishment I could give to her for what she did to me and Melissa; if not, there were many other harsh and cruel methods I could have used to make her pay, but I chose the easiest method because of how kind and lovely she has been to me since we got married.
Even though I was so angry at her, I just couldn't bring myself to hurt her more than I already did. Aside from all this, one thing that is still bothering me the most is what she requested as compensation for the divorce. I had expected her to ask for a huge amount of money or a mansion like every other woman would do, but she didn't; instead, she asked me to treat her like a real husband for one more month, and after that, she would leave for good.
Even though the demand seemed harmless, I can't help but feel that there's a hidden motive behind it, and whether the motive is good or bad, I still can't tell for now, but one thing is sure: I'm very well prepared for whatever it is.
"Babe, are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Melissa, who was still clinging to me, asked me, snapping me back to reality.
"Ooh, sorry, I was thinking about something else, so what were you saying?" I asked her.
"I was asking when we will get the chance to spend time together like this again," she said to me.
"After we get married, so you just have a little patience with me; the one month will be over very soon, and after that we will get married and spend as much time as we want together without anyone separating us," I said to her as I kissed her on the forehead.
"I can't wait for that," she said to me with a warm smile.
"Me too. I will be taking my leave now. Just give me a call if you need anything, okay?" I asked her as I opened my car and got inside.
"No problem, babe, drive safe," she said to me as I ignited the car.
"I will," I said to her in reply before driving away.
Getting back to the mansion where I was living with Amelia, I had expected to see her at home looking all worried as usual and asking me why I haven't been back home for the past three days and why I haven't also been picking up her calls, but contrary to what I had expected, there was no one at home, and strangely, for the first time, the whole mansion felt cold and lonely.
At first I didn't even want to mind the fact that she wasn't at home; after all, this wasn't my first time coming back home and not meeting her at home, but for a strange reason unknown to me, I kept on feeling restless. I couldn't even bring myself to sit down. I don't know if it was because I haven't seen her for the past three days or because I have been ignoring her calls without knowing the main reason why she was calling, and strangely, this morning she didn't even call.
After strolling around the sitting room for what seemed like eternity while trying to hold myself back from calling her, I finally took my phone and placed a call to her, but after some minutes of ringing, she didn't pick up. Without hesitating, I placed a call to her once again, but just like the first time, she still didn't pick up. After calling her over four times and not getting a reply, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. Using the localisation app on my phone, I immediately traced her phone number to where she was, and on getting the location, I took my car keys and immediately made my way to the exit, as I was determined to know where on earth she was and why the hell she was ignoring my calls.
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8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
9.3
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth.
After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money.
Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out.
To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club.
Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort.
Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job.
But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold.
The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company.
Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer.
"Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously.
Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy.
"Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."
8.5
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."