I Canceled Our Wedding When He Chose Her

On the eve of our wedding, Alan's ex, Izabella, posted a picture of her sapphire engagement ring on Instagram. I gave the photo a closer look. It was the same ring Alan and I had designed together—one of a kind, crafted with my own hands. Now, it's on her finger. After pondering it all night, I calmly suggested we part ways the next morning. Alan, seemingly unmoved, said, "Inaya, we're about to tie the knot. Think it over. Don't make a decision you'll regret." "I won't." Later, Alan called me in the middle of the night, clearly drunk. "Inaya, where are you? You're not home." --- After Izabella's Instagram post, I told Alan I wanted to break up.

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She approached me with tear-filled eyes and a sugary tone, gripping my hand. "Ms. Chapman, I'm really sorry. I didn’t realize this ring meant so much to you. I only asked Alan for it because I thought it was lovely."

"I assumed you had plenty of rings, unlike me with none. I thought you wouldn't mind. Please, don’t be angry; I'll give it back to you right away."

She then attempted to remove the ring from her finger, but after struggling for a while, her hand turned red.

I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and amusement.

This wasn’t an apology; it was a clear attempt at provocation.

If she were truly sorry, she wouldn’t have strutted in wearing my engagement ring so boldly.

Her act was probably to draw attention.

As expected, Alan approached us next.

He gently took Izabella’s hand, looking concerned.

“If it’s stuck, just leave it. Don’t hurt yourself over it. How about this, Inaya, I’ll give you $300,000 for it.”

Upon hearing this, Izabella looked at Alan with emotional, tender eyes.

I stood right in front of them, watching their display, and felt my anger rise.

“It’s not for sale. I designed this engagement ring myself. Take it off immediately!”

Alan frowned, clearly displeased.

Izabella clung to his arm, pretending to feel guilty, "Alan, this belongs to Ms. Chapman. I should return it."

She went to the bathroom, used some soap, and returned the ring to me.

I reached out to take it, but as soon as I saw it clearly, my anger escalated.

“You changed the ring’s size?”

She shrank back a bit, hiding behind Alan.

“It was a little too big, so I had it resized.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll find a designer to fix it right away.”

I couldn’t hold back my anger any longer and slapped her.

“Now that you’ve made it smaller, how do you expect to fix it?”

“Izabella, you’re truly contemptible.”

“Inaya!”

Alan shouted, stepping protectively in front of Izabella.

“Don’t overreact! I’m the one who gave it to her. Why blame her instead of me?”

I looked at him coldly, momentarily forgetting his involvement, and slapped him too.

Alan’s expression turned dark instantly.

“Do you think you don’t disgust me? Both of you make me sick.”

“Get out, and don’t ever show up in front of me again.”

With those words, I walked away with the movers, indifferent to their reactions.

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On my birthday, some thugs cornered me, trying to kidnap and extort me. Panicking as I tried to escape, I desperately dialed Julien Ramirez for help. His irritated voice came through, "Do you have to bother me with every little thing? Why would any thug bother with you?" After managing to dive into a nearby pond and evade capture, I finally turned on my phone. There it was, a post on Salem's Facebook page. "I mentioned wanting to see penguins in Antarctica, and someone made it happen." The picture showed Julien holding her affectionately, the wedding ring conspicuously absent from his finger. At that moment, I realized our marriage was over. When Julien returned from the trip, I lay exhausted on the couch. He tasted the leftover food and sneered, "Your cooking's as bad as ever." In the past, I would have argued with him over such remarks. But now, I just closed my eyes, too weary to respond.

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9.4

Divorced and Betrayed: The Billionaire's Regret

9.4

I walked away from a billionaire husband who betrayed me with my best friend-divorced, pregnant with twins, and determined never to look back. But Ethan Harrington doesn't know how to lose. Years later, he's sober, broken, and begging for scraps of time with our children. Supervised visits. Two hours a month. Steel boundaries. I thought revenge would feel sweeter. Instead, I found Damian Black-dangerous, devoted, scarred by his own shadows-and built a new empire from the ashes of the old one. Now I'm carrying his child. Our daughter. But when Ethan's redemption starts looking too real, and old secrets threaten to unravel everything I've fought for... Will I finally close the door on my past? Or will one last betrayal force me to choose between the family I chose and the one that was forced on me? Betrayal. Divorce. Secret babies. Second chances. Revenge. A kickass heroine rising from ruin. And a love that refuses to stay buried.

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8.7

Escaping Drew's Manipulation

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The crystal chandeliers of The Metropolitan Club cast a golden glow over the white tablecloths and polished silverware. I smoothed my black dress—the only formal attire I'd packed for this business trip—and tried to focus on Mr. Richardson's discussion of investment portfolios. But something in Drew's eyes made my stomach twist. "Gracie has an incredible understanding of renewable energy markets," Drew said casually, swirling his whiskey. "She'd be the perfect person to keep you company tonight, Richardson. Help you understand the finer points of our proposal." I nearly choked on my water. "Tonight?" I echoed, my voice barely audible. Richardson's gaze slid to me, assessing. "Is that so?

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9.1

Escaping the Hamilton Mansion

9.1

The small cupcake sat on my nightstand like a monument to my own foolishness. Thirty candles would have been too much for the tiny space of my room—the servant's quarters tucked away in the mansion's forgotten corner—so I'd settled for a single white candle, unlit and mocking in the dim evening light. I'd bought it myself during my weekly grocery run, slipping it into the cart alongside Aidan's favorite cereal and Bryson's imported coffee. The cashier had smiled when she saw it. "Someone's birthday?" she'd asked. "Mine," I'd whispered, and the word had felt foreign on my tongue. My fingers traced the pendant at my throat, the small silver locket containing my mother's photo—the only witness to this pathetic celebration. Six years. Six birthdays in this house, and not once had anyone remembered. Not Bryson, who barely acknowledged my existence except to issue curt instructions.

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9.1

Ex - Husband's Late Realization

9.1

The silk nightgown felt cool against my skin as I stood beside Alexander in our wedding bed, the dim light casting shadows across his face. This was supposed to be our moment—the beginning of our marriage, however arranged it might be. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for him, heart pounding with a mixture of duty and something I couldn't quite name. "Alexander," I whispered, my voice barely audible even in the quiet of our bedroom. "I think we should—" The door burst open with a dramatic flourish. "！" I muttered under my breath, my body instantly tensing. Amani Russell stood in the doorway, her blonde hair perfectly styled despite the late hour, her red lips curved into what might have looked like a friendly smile to anyone who didn't know better. But I knew that smile. I'd seen it eight times already tonight. "Sorry to interrupt again!" she announced, not sounding sorry at all.

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8.2

The CEO Drove His Mute Wife Away, Now He Regrets

8.2

For three years, Adrian's heart belonged to another, and his wife Jessica-mute and unloved-endured his coldness. Realizing she deserved better, she quietly left him, divorce papers on the table. Adrian tore them up, accusing her of childish games, but Jessica had no interest in wasting more of her life. After their split, her voice returned and she was suddenly surrounded by admirers. Adrian, blinded by jealousy, begged her to come back. Jessica only laughed, repeating his own words, saying, "Didn't you say love is the most worthless thing in the world?" Now, she'd never look back.

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