Fiancé Chooses Another Woman

My fiancé, Kolton Mendez, amidst the chaos of a car accident and subsequent fire, risked his life to save his beloved Zendaya Perry first. Due to this, he now carries scars, his once handsome face disfigured, but he still manages to find comforting words for Zendaya, reassuring her that he has me to rely on. My stomach churned, and I let out a quiet, sardonic laugh. For the sake of the promise Kolton made all those years ago, kneeling with genuine sincerity, vowing never to betray me, I've decided to set him free. I want to honor true love — may they stay in love even when they have nothing left. --- While I was caring for my mother, who had just undergone surgery, I accidentally clicked on a trending topic. That’s when I discovered why Kolton's phone was unreachable: he had been at the scene of a car accident and fire, risking his life to save Zendaya first. Trapped in a car that could explode at any moment, he shielded her from the flames with his own body. Normally proud and reserved, there he was, eyes red, begging the firefighters to save his lover first. Videos from the scene were circulating, and the comments below praised this "pure love" with admiration.

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As I reached the office door, I overheard voices coming from inside. The door was slightly ajar, and I saw Kolton standing with his back to me, clearly upset.

“…What makes me not good enough for you? Angela is crazy about me, so why can’t you see me?”

“For you, I even got involved with someone I don't love. I thought you'd care, but all you could say was congratulations?”

I stumbled, collapsing against the wall, feeling utterly defeated. My mind went blank, and then a wave of despair washed over me. It was all a lie.

Kolton’s feelings for Zendaya had never wavered. Even back then, his pursuit of me was nothing more than an act of revenge. So what does that make me?

Inside, Kolton suddenly embraced Zendaya, kissing her passionately. The sound of their kiss, punctuated by the occasional moan, echoed in my ears. Through the crack in the door, I caught Zendaya’s eye. Her surprise quickly turned into a scornful smile.

Zendaya locked her gaze on me, gently stroking Kolton’s back as if encouraging him. Brazen and provocative.

I clung desperately to the wall, unable to push open the door that stood slightly open.

Kolton, Zendaya, and I grew up in the same neighborhood. In those early days of innocent affection, I was captivated by Kolton’s composed demeanor. But he only had eyes for Zendaya. It was only after she left for university abroad that he turned his attention to me.

I took a deep breath, yet the suffocating feeling wouldn’t relent, forcing me to clutch my heart and bend over in pain.

I’ve never been the naive and sweet type. Though I was taken aback by Kolton’s sudden interest, my doubts grew as I calmed down. I wouldn't allow myself to be anyone’s substitute.

But it was him—he who knelt and promised there was no one else. He who swore with such passion that I was the only one for him.

I glanced up, seeing my tear-streaked reflection in the expansive, modern glass window. At some point, I had started crying uncontrollably. I felt something inside me begin to unravel, slowly letting go.

“Angela?”

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The pregnancy test trembled in my hands as I stared at the two pink lines that would change everything. Three years of marriage, three years of hoping, and finally—finally—Jackson and I were going to have a baby. I pressed my palm against my still-flat stomach, a smile spreading across my face despite the tears blurring my vision. This was it. This was the missing piece that would complete our little family. "Jackson!" I called out, my voice echoing through our spacious home. "Jackson, come here! I have something to show you!" His footsteps thundered down the marble staircase, and when he appeared in the doorway of our master bathroom, his dark hair disheveled from his afternoon nap, I held up the test with shaking hands. "We're having a baby," I whispered, watching his face transform. For a moment, he stood frozen.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Contract Wife For Six Months

7.7

In the world of wealth and luxury, Henry Royals stands as a young billionaire who earns his fortune through hard work and determination, refusing to rely on his family's wealth. At just 25 years old, he is hailed as the richest billionaire in Georgia. However, his single lifestyle becomes a constant source of annoyance for his mother, who is determined to see him settle down. In an attempt to appease his mother and escape her nagging, Henry finds himself crossing paths with Dera Harold, a waitress at a popular bar he always visited of which he wants to clear his mind. Faced with mounting pressure from his mother, Henry proposes a contracted marriage to Dera offering her a substantial sum of money in return. Initially hesitant, Dera eventually agrees to the arrangement when she finds herself in desperate need of funds to pay for her mother's surgery. While her parents reside in Italy, Dera has come to Georgia to make a living for herself. As the two embark on their contracted marriage, they find themselves bound by numerous rules and expectations. The journey is not without its challenges, but over time, Dera begins to adapt and adjust to her new life. The question remains: will Henry and Dera be able to adhere to the rules of their marriage for six months?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Ex - Wife's Revenge

8.6

The stadium lights blazed like a thousand suns, and I stood in the VIP box with my hands gripped so tightly on the railing that my knuckles turned white. Ten years. Ten cities. Ten concerts. And tonight—the final show of Lane's "Decade Global Tour"—I'd told myself things would be different. Below me, eighty thousand fans screamed Lane's name, their voices merging into a deafening roar that vibrated through my chest. The stage glittered with pyrotechnics, and there he was—my husband, Lane Tucker—bathed in golden light, his voice soaring through the opening notes of "Endless." Our anniversary song. My throat tightened. I'd worn the burgundy dress he once said made me look like starlight. I'd arrived early, checked the setlist three times, coordinated with his team to ensure everything ran smoothly.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Leaving The Cold-hearted Rich Alpha

8.0

I'm Nia Simons. For three years, I was Zane Lewis' mate, rich alpha, cold heart. "Can you spare cash for pads? I'm stuck at checkout," I begged once. He just stared: "Clean the car seat you ruined first." Later, I miscarried after freezing in a snowdrift, begging for cab fare. His reply? "Stick to the process." Vivian, his "blood kin," loved tormenting me. "Bark for me, and I'll give you money for your mom's grave," she sneered. I knelt, only for her to laugh: "Trash like you doesn't deserve cash." Zane saw it all, but said, "Apologize to her. Snowy's family-you're not." When my mom's ashes scattered in a storm , I snapped. "Sever the bond," I told Harold Lewis. He handed me 10% of the pack's shares: "You earned this." A year later, I'm in Favalon Town, acing college, with Cyrus-my tutor-by my side. Then Zane showed up, eyes red: "I know the truth-Vivian lied! You left college 'cause of cancer. come back?" I clung to Cyrus: "He's my intended mate. Zane, you broke me. Never again."

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

8.2

Losing Baby to His Mistress

8.2

The fluorescent lights of City General Hospital buzzed overhead as I sat in the sterile consultation room, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Dr. Sarah Mitchell, a woman in her early thirties with kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, sat across from me with my test results spread across her desk like pieces of a puzzle I didn't want to solve. "Mrs. Mills," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "I need you to understand the gravity of what I'm about to tell you." My heart hammered against my ribs. I'd come in for what I thought was a routine check-up—the persistent nausea, the fatigue I'd attributed to stress from my crumbling marriage. Danny had barely looked up from his phone when I mentioned the appointment. "You have stage two stomach cancer," Dr. Mitchell said, each word landing like a physical blow.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

More Than His Partner, She's Queen

9.3

For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future. Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city." Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed. The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence. Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Fiancé Chooses Another Woman

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