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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I felt like I had slept for ages. In the blurry space between dreams and waking, memories of my past came flooding back. I wasn’t always afraid of the dark or tight spaces. Gabriel knew this more than anyone. He used to hold my hand securely as we strolled through dimly lit streets. But after Milana returned from abroad, he began leaving me alone at home, night after night.

As the anesthesia faded, Gabriel walked in, with Milana trailing behind. She glanced at my belly first and then handed me a neatly wrapped gift box. "Natasha, are you doing alright? I know the pregnancy has been hard on you, with the swelling and everything," she said.

"So, I thought I'd give you this luxury skincare set. It's all-natural and completely safe." She leaned in deliberately, making sure I noticed her impeccably done makeup. "Even if Gabriel doesn’t mention it, he still wants you looking your best."

Since we started planning for the baby, I had stopped wearing makeup, and the hormone treatments had made me put on quite a bit of weight. I used to worry Gabriel might find me unattractive, but not anymore. I pushed the skincare products off the table and reached under my pillow for the divorce papers the nurse had printed for me.

"Natasha… if you don’t like it, just say so. Why make things difficult?" Milana leaned against Gabriel's shoulder, shedding tears. Gabriel, unable to handle my reaction, shouted, "Natasha Flores, what is this all about?"

Calmly, I handed him two copies of the agreement. "Sign them. It's a divorce."

I had always been the supportive wife, backing Gabriel's choices, trusting his decisions. When Milana wanted to work as his secretary, friends warned me. "Old flames and past connections, it’s not good for your marriage."

But Gabriel assured me he saw Milana as nothing more than a sister. Besides, her parents had been kind to him, and he couldn’t turn her down. So I relented, genuinely treating Milana like a sister and often inviting her over.

Gabriel had become used to my compliance, so when I brought up divorce again, he seemed confused. "We've finally started a family, why divorce now?"

A fleeting look of victory crossed Milana’s face, as if this was exactly what she had wanted all along. My dry lips curled into a cold smile. "A family?" I sneered.

"The baby is gone. Ask Milana what she’s done."

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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.

Modern Romance

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.

Mafia Modern Romance

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.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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