Husband's Affair After Divorce

On the day we were supposed to finalize our divorce, I was hit with sudden, excruciating stomach pain. “What’s the matter? Can’t keep up the act anymore?” “If you don’t actually want a divorce, just admit it. Stop pretending you’re sick.” Miles sneered at me, arrogance radiating from his posture. I gritted my teeth and tried to bear it, but the pain was overwhelming, and I passed out before we could finish the paperwork. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Miles handed me a stack of receipts, his expression dripping with condescension. “Lucky you had the surgery before the divorce, otherwise you’d have had to foot the entire bill yourself. It’s $700; you can transfer me $350.” He tossed the medical bills onto my lap, and the room spun around me. I never thought I’d suffer an acute appendicitis attack on the day of our divorce, let alone that Miles would stoop this low.

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Looking back now, I can see that the cracks in my relationship with Miles were always there, even if I chose to ignore them. I kept making concessions, blindly giving in to everything and nearly losing myself in the process.

The Miles I married was a different person from the one I fell in love with. Before marriage, he was attentive and eager to please; afterward, he became demanding and controlling, especially after his promotion to department manager. The man who once took care of the cooking and laundry so I wouldn’t have to lift a finger eventually criticized me for not doing housework.

“Adelyn, don’t you understand how hard I work to bring home a paycheck?”

“And even if you can’t earn money, can you at least stop splurging all the time?”

He always spoke with such arrogance. Yet, despite our agreement before marriage, Miles didn’t share his salary with me. He only gave me about $400 a month for household expenses.

He had no idea that after marrying him, I constantly had to cut back on my spending. Even the money I spent on him came from my own savings.

At first, I tried to argue back with him. But over time, I couldn't even be bothered to speak up. The guy who used to work hard to surprise me with gifts and show he cared had vanished. Now, Miles was all about seizing opportunities and stepping over others to get ahead, looking down on those who were once just like him.

Reflecting on this, I felt a surge of anger at myself. Coming from a wealthy family, yet I had let myself live like someone who was struggling. However, I was grateful for one thing: I wasn’t pregnant, and contrary to what Miles and his mother assumed, I hadn’t lost my job.

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Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom. To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation. They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her. "Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces." Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm. She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night. Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage. She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her. Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. "Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!" To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.

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8.3

Divorce After Deception

8.3

When I picked up the ring at the jewelry store, a notification from Twitter buzzed on my phone. It was a post with a photo captioned: "True love knows no bounds." The image showed a man’s silhouette, smiling warmly at a woman. The figure was unmistakably familiar—someone I saw every day and was supposed to marry in just a week. "Miss Angelina, your ring," the store clerk said, handing me the custom piece I had ordered a year ago. With a blank expression, I took the ring and went back to the car. I glanced at my young assistant in the driver’s seat, took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "It's yours now," I said. Richard was taken aback, looking at me in shock. "Angelina?" "Take me home," I instructed, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing my eyes. "Are we not going to check out the wedding venue?" Richard asked hesitantly.

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9.4

Divorce After Deception

9.4

I stared at the thermometer in disbelief, my heart racing as the digital numbers climbed past 103... 104 degrees. Westin's small body trembled against mine, his forehead burning against my palm. "Mommy, it hurts," he whimpered, his usually bright eyes now glassy and unfocused. His cheeks flushed an alarming shade of red against his otherwise pale skin. "I know, baby. I know." I tried to keep my voice steady as panic surged through me. I fumbled for my phone, punching Aaron's number with shaking fingers. It rang once before going to voicemail. "Aaron, Westin has a dangerously high fever.

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9.2

Exposing Husband's Affair: Wife's Triumph Over Betrayal

9.2

The boardroom victory still hummed through my veins as I stepped into our penthouse, the city lights twinkling below like scattered diamonds. Another successful merger, another step forward for Taylor Industries. Barrett looked up from the leather sofa, his laptop balanced on his knees, and I felt that familiar warmth spread through my chest. After ten years of marriage, he still made me feel like we were building something beautiful together. "How did it go?" he asked, closing the laptop with a soft click. "Better than expected. The Henderson deal is officially ours." I kicked off my heels and padded across the marble floor toward him. "I was thinking we could celebrate with some wine and our playlist. You know, the one from our honeymoon?" Barrett's smile seemed genuine enough as he reached for the smart home remote. "Perfect.

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9.2

Fiancé Chooses His Mistress

9.2

The soft chime of the boutique door echoed behind me as I stepped into the sanctuary of luxury that was Maison Laurent. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over displays of exquisite fabrics, each piece more breathtaking than the last. The familiar scent of expensive leather and subtle perfume wrapped around me like a comfortable embrace. I glanced at my phone—Reid was running twenty minutes late from his business meeting, but I didn't mind. Shopping at Maison Laurent was never a chore, especially when I had time to truly appreciate the artistry before me. "Miss Ford, how wonderful to see you again," Miranda Chen approached with her characteristic warm smile, her sleek black hair pulled into a perfect chignon. As the boutique's senior sales associate, Miranda had helped me select pieces for countless events over the years. "Are you looking for anything special today?" "Just browsing while I wait for Reid," I replied, running my fingers along a silk blouse that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary. "We have dinner reservations at eight." That's when I saw it. Hanging alone in the center display, bathed in its own spotlight, was the most stunning dress I'd ever laid eyes on.

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9.7

From Marriage to Empire

9.7

I couldn't sleep. Again. The third night this week Alexander hadn't come home before midnight. His excuses were always the same—late meetings, client dinners, unexpected conference calls with Tokyo. I'd smile, nod, and pretend I believed him. Tonight, I decided to check the security footage. Not because I suspected anything—or perhaps because I'd been suspecting everything but couldn't bear to confirm it. My fingers trembled slightly as I navigated through the penthouse security system on my laptop. The living room, kitchen, hallway... all empty.

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