He Chose Her Over Our Unborn Child

On Thanksgiving night, my husband's childhood friend turned off the hallway lights and cornered me in the elevator, dressed up as a ghost. When I woke up in the hospital, the baby I had struggled to keep with 100 injections was gone. I called Gabriel, asking him to come sign the surgery papers, only to be met with a harsh rebuke: "I'm busy, don't bother me with insignificant issues." After the surgery, I discovered that Milana, his childhood friend, had posted a picture of fireworks on a cruise ship: "Fireworks are beautiful, but they're better with someone special." Seeing Gabriel’s bright smile beside her, I realized this marriage was over. The baby was already three months along, and even under anesthesia, I felt her slipping away from me. The doctors sighed when they saw my bruised abdomen. "Those injections really affected your skin. This baby was truly a hard-fought blessing. What a loss." As I was wheeled out of the operating room, I couldn't stop the tears looking at that tiny bundle. She could have grown into a lively, beautiful girl. At 10:30 PM, husbands came and went, asking the other new mothers what they wanted to eat.

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The pictures Milana sent became progressively more intimate. One particularly blurry photo seemed to be from a long time ago. In it, Milana had just stepped off a plane, holding a bouquet of flowers while leaning affectionately against Gabriel, who had an arm around her. His face was beaming with joy. The date in the bottom right corner showed it was taken four years ago today.

A nerve twitched in my brain as I zoomed in on the photo. Gabriel had once told me that during that period, he was going through immense suffering, feeling as if life wasn’t worth living. It had all been a fabrication. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand to see Gabriel's face.

I sent Milana a message: "Try not to wet your pants in fear." Then I tossed my phone aside. I couldn’t sleep all night.

The next morning, I resolved to get a divorce. Seeing my lonely and pitiful state, the nurse, Reya, kindly offered to help me print out the divorce papers. Just then, Gabriel called. He wanted to know why I hadn’t come home the night before.

"Are you blowing things out of proportion again? You end up in the hospital over the smallest issue," he said dismissively.

Clearing my throat, I stated, "I want a divorce."

"Divorce?" Gabriel echoed, surprised. After a brief pause, he replied in a slightly annoyed tone, "I'll come to the hospital after I'm done with work. Stop using this as a threat."

But by evening, Gabriel still hadn’t shown up at the hospital. Milana continued posting updates on social media, showing them cruising along the coastal highway in a convertible. She was mocking a knitted decoration in the car, throwing it out the window with disdain. Gabriel didn’t stop her. He probably forgot that he and I had once cherished that same ornament, after sincerely praying with it at a chapel.

Dr. Avery Evans informed me that my health condition was not looking good and that I might need another procedure. "The procedure carries the risk of heavy bleeding. You need to list an emergency contact."

I had left my hometown to start a life with Gabriel here in New Haven. Legally, he was my only family. But I no longer wanted any ties with him.

Dr. Evans seemed to read my thoughts. "Having a disagreement, huh? I’ll call him for you."

The nurse, Reya, quickly took my phone and read out Gabriel's number. "Mr. Richards? Your wife needs to undergo surgery tomorrow and requires family present."

Gabriel paused for a moment, then responded in a tone of mocking indifference: "Tell Natasha not to waste her energy. I hate melodrama."

"What melodrama? She had a miscarriage—" Dr. Evans tried to explain, but Gabriel hung up before she could finish.

I shook my head with a bitter smile and signed the consent form, putting everything in the doctor's hands.

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The shrill ring of Marcellus's phone cut through the elegant atmosphere of Le Bernardin like a blade. I watched his face transform as he answered, the color draining from his features in a way that made my stomach clench with sudden dread. "What?" His voice cracked, raw with an emotion I'd never heard from him before. "How bad is it?" The conversation lasted mere seconds, but each word seemed to age him years. When he hung up, his hands were trembling. "Marcellus, what's wrong?" I reached across the table, my fingers barely grazing his before he pulled away. "I have to go." He was already standing, throwing his napkin down with such force that our wine glasses rattled. "There's been an accident." "An accident? Who—" "Ana." The name fell from his lips like a prayer, soft and reverent in a way he'd never spoken mine. "She's at Mount Sinai.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

Betrayal Leads to Collapse

8.2

I stared at the contract on my desk, the words 'Billion-Dollar Infrastructure Project' gleaming under the afternoon sunlight streaming through my office windows. The legal team sat across from me, their expressions a mixture of excitement and wariness. They'd been working on this deal for months, and now it was finally ours. "Congratulations, Ms. Daniels," my head counsel said, sliding the thick document toward me. "The Hartwick Group has officially awarded us the project." I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction as I traced my finger over the signature line. My father had taught me never to celebrate too early, but this was different. This was a victory that would cement Daniels Corporation's position in the market for years to come. "The terms are favorable," I said, flipping through the pages with practiced efficiency. "But we'll need to move quickly on the capital injection." I tapped my fingers three times on the mahogany desk—a habit my father had noted was my only tell when deep in thought.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

8.9

Ex - Husband's Desperate Search

8.9

The mahogany conference table gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights as I reviewed the quarterly projections one final time. King Corporation's board members sat in their leather chairs like vultures, waiting for any sign of weakness. Being Grey's wife had taught me to read these rooms—the subtle power plays, the calculated silences, the way men like these measured everything in dollars and dominance. "Mrs. King, the European expansion numbers look promising," Harrison Mitchell, our CFO, was saying when my phone buzzed against the polished surface. I glanced down at the screen. Maria Santos—Eleanor's housekeeper. Strange. Maria never called during business hours unless... "Excuse me," I murmured, sliding my finger across the screen.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

He Called Me Needy, Then Lost

9.7

For seven years, I sacrificed my career to be the invisible woman behind my rising star boyfriend, August. But on our anniversary, I watched him on a livestream, openly flirting with his co-star, Alana, while the internet hailed them as the perfect couple. His fans sent me death threats, calling me "forgettable" and "unworthy." When I begged him for help, he called me "needy" and told me I was "overreacting." Yet, when Alana faced the same online hate, he held a press conference, fiercely defending her as a "vulnerable artist." The man who dismissed my suffering was now a champion against injustice for another woman. I realized he wasn't incapable of empathy; he just chose not to direct it at me. I wasn't just forgettable. I was a fool. So I packed my bags, blocked his number, and booked a one-way ticket out of his life, ready to finally stop being invisible.

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7.3

Rejected While Pregnant, I Reclaimed My Power

7.3

While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son. Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate. An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir. Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack. Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her. He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall. Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me. I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve." The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice. He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent. And I was finally going home.

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9.0

The Amnesiac Billionaire's Fake Perfect Wife

9.0

For three years, Jessenia lived as the perfect, grieving fiancée of her missing billionaire boss, Harlan Schwartz, enjoying his massive trust fund and raising their son. Then, the hospital called. Harlan had been found alive. Jessenia was paralyzed with terror. Before his plane crashed, Harlan despised her. She was just a scheming assistant who got pregnant. He had thrown a massive check and an NDA at her, ordering her to disappear forever or he would destroy her life. But the doctors revealed Harlan had severe amnesia. He forgot the NDA, and he forgot his deep hatred for her. Jessenia seized the chance, using their son to convince him they were deeply in love. Harlan accepted the logical lie, but his body didn't. Every time she tried to touch him, his muscles turned to stone, physically recoiling from her in instinctual disgust. To make matters worse, Harlan brought back Kaylee, the innocent-looking island girl who saved him. "Cole never said he had a fiancée," Kaylee whispered, staring at Jessenia's massive diamond ring with calculating eyes. Kaylee quickly realized Jessenia had no legal marriage certificate and launched a vicious, silent war to usurp her position, constantly setting traps to expose Jessenia's fabricated romantic timeline. Every day is a terrifying tightrope walk. Harlan's sharp, analytical brain is already noticing the flaws in her fake photos and stories. If he remembers the truth, he won't just kick her out. He will take her son and throw her in prison for fraud. Jessenia must break his physical defenses and eliminate the island girl before her flawless circle of lies shatters completely.

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