I Canceled Our Wedding When He Chose Her

With just a week left until the wedding, Aiden shaved off all my long hair while I was sleeping. That evening, Zaria showed up with her alluring curls, offering an apology. "I'm so sorry, Mazie. I was joking with Aiden, telling him I shaved my head to become a nun. I never thought he'd try to comfort me by not only shaving his own head but also yours." Aiden probably expected a big reaction from me, so he quickly moved to protect her. "It was all my idea. Zaria had nothing to do with it, so don't blame her," he insisted. "Besides, hair grows back. We can just wear wigs for the wedding, don’t you think?" What Aiden didn’t know was that I no longer intended to marry him. My parents had recently found me and asked me to join them overseas.

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With just a week left until the wedding, Aiden shaved off all my long hair while I was sleeping.

That evening, Zaria showed up with her alluring curls, offering an apology.

"I'm so sorry, Mazie. I was joking with Aiden, telling him I shaved my head to become a nun. I never thought he'd try to comfort me by not only shaving his own head but also yours."

Aiden probably expected a big reaction from me, so he quickly moved to protect her.

"It was all my idea. Zaria had nothing to do with it, so don't blame her," he insisted. "Besides, hair grows back. We can just wear wigs for the wedding, don’t you think?"

What Aiden didn’t know was that I no longer intended to marry him. My parents had recently found me and asked me to join them overseas. I had just bought a ticket to fly to France.

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After eight years together, I didn't want our parting to be filled with unnecessary drama, so I kept my thoughts to myself, simply watching him in silence.

"Mazie, I realize I didn't think this through..."

His voice faded as he reached for my hand, his head bowing under the weight of my silence.

Then, as if on cue, Zaria stepped forward, her lips forming a pout.

"Mazie, don’t be upset with Aiden," she pleaded. "You're about to get married soon. Why argue over something like this now? And didn’t he shave his head too?"

Looking at her feigned innocence, I found it all quite ironic.

My expression seemed to sting Zaria, her face turning pale before she adopted a wounded look.

"Mazie, do you want me to shave my head too? Is that what would make you happy?" she asked, eyes misty with tears as though I was the one who’d initiated all this.

"Sure," I replied with a faint smile, focusing on her shiny, dark hair. "Since you feel like shaving it, go ahead. You started this whole thing, after all."

Zaria was caught off guard by my words, her breath momentarily stopping. She hesitated for a brief moment before regaining her composure.

She picked up the scissors from the table, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at Aiden.

"If it makes Mazie happy, I’m willing," she declared, her voice firm but her face displaying exaggerated sorrow.

Just as she was about to go through with it, a strong hand grabbed the scissors from her grip and tossed them onto the floor with a loud clatter.

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I stood by the grand staircase of the Anderson estate, my fingers nervously tracing the outline of the pearl earrings Mathias had given me on our first anniversary. Tonight was my thirty-fifth birthday, and despite the lavish celebration arranged by the Anderson family, I couldn't shake the feeling of being a perpetual outsider in this world of old money and aristocratic connections. The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow across the marble floors where New York's elite mingled, their laughter echoing against the high ceilings. I caught snippets of conversation about summer homes in the Hamptons and winter retreats in Aspen—reminders of a world I had married into but never truly belonged to. "There you are, darling," Eleanor Anderson, my mother-in-law, approached with her characteristic perfect posture. "The caterers need your approval on something or other. Something about the dessert presentation." Her tone made it clear that she found it distasteful that I would concern myself with such matters. After ten years of marriage to her son, she still treated me like the merchant's daughter who had somehow tricked her way into their bloodline. "I'll check on it right away," I replied, keeping my voice steady and dignified. As I made my way through the crowd, I overheard Valerie Hughes, Mathias's cousin, speaking to a group of society women.

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Betrayed in Love

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Husband's Betrayal, My Revenge

7.9

The night air carried the sweet scent of jasmine as I stepped out of the Beverly Hills Charity Gala, my silver gown catching the last flashes from the paparazzi's cameras. Five years ago, this would have been my moment—my career was just taking off then. Now I was merely Ryan Mitchell's wife, a footnote in the society pages. "Mrs. Mitchell! One more smile!" called a photographer. I obliged with the practiced ease of a former actress, my lips curving upward while my eyes searched the crowd for Ryan. He'd left early, citing an urgent business call. Again. "Thank you all," I said warmly.

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My Mother's Ashes, My Fury Unleashed

8.7

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Revenge on Cheating Spouse

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My husband’s friends had organized a camping trip. As night fell and everyone was thinking about settling down, someone suggested we make things more interesting. A game of drawing lots would decide who would share a tent for the night. I didn’t want to join in, but Gregory’s close friend Lena drew the number for our tent. She looked at us with a pleading expression, and Gregory quickly let go of my hand. “Are you really going to make her feel awkward now?” “Eleanora, could you stop being so uptight for once?” They climbed into the tent in front of everyone. Through the gap, I saw Gregory’s restless hand. When it was my turn to draw, Gregory laughed, saying I was too stuck in my ways to join the game. Just then, Keith Walker, the tech mogul, approached me and offered his hand. “Want to share a tent with me?” Everyone said Keith wasn’t interested in women, yet under everyone’s watchful eyes, I walked into a tent with him, leaving Gregory outside, repeatedly calling my phone.

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Rising From Ashes: My Reincarnated Love

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Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster. During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde. When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability. Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave? Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket. "What are you looking at, Foster?" Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.

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