I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival
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When she's preparing dinner for him, he's out there dating;
When she's drinking with men to get a business deal for him, he is announcing to be single for the price of his stock;
When she drags herself to the hospital in high fever, he's at the same hospital, taking care of his ex girl friend.
She loved him for ten years. She did everything for him and gave him everything she had. She thought their love can never die, yet it did.
She doesn't hate him. She's just tired.
She turns and left him, only to see that there was a firm chest that has been waiting for her all this time. She is also the one adored in another man's eyes, and when she finally gets a taste of being loved, she realize--
He has never loved her.
That day he gets back home, only to be shocked that the woman who has always been there for him was gone.
Regret taking over him as he chases after her, only to see another man saying the scared oath on the alter with their hands holding together.
That was when he realized--
The innocent girl who loved him, the most precious treasure that he as ever got in his life, is gone.
He lost the best thing that has ever been his.
Two broken hearts. One fake marriage. A thousand buried secrets.
Eva thought love would be enough to keep them together. Ten years loving Stephan. Five years married to him. And one tragic accident that shattered everything they ever were, she's left with a stranger wearing her husband's face.
Until the day she finally walks away.
And that's when she meets Micah, her ex-husband's enemy, the man who once set her marriage on fire just by existing.
He proposes to her a dangerous deal: a one-year marriage that will make Stephan regret ever letting her go.
But what starts as a game to wound her ex soon spirals into something raw, tender, and terrifyingly real.
Only, Micah isn't what he seems. Behind his easy smile are secrets she was never meant to find, secrets that could destroy them both.
And when the truth comes out, love might not be enough to save anyone.
When the lies unravel... will her heart choose forgiveness - or freedom?
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter 1
Eva's POV
"Do you have any idea how humiliated I was tonight?"
The words rip out of me, trembling with the anger I've been swallowing for weeks. My chest burns as I watch my husband stand by the dresser, unhurriedly removing his cufflinks like nothing happened.
His expression is calm, detached. It's the same face he always wears when he wants to silence me without saying a word.
"It was business," he says, his tone flat, cool, indifferent. "Stop being childish."
Childish. That single word cuts sharper than a knife.
"Were you kissing her for business too?" I ask quietly, the question shaking in my throat.
He freezes, then turns to glare at me. "Eva," he snaps, voice rising. "Can I have one peaceful night? You always find something to complain about."
My lips tremble. "Always something to complain about? Are you listening to yourself? I'm your wife, Stephan. And yet-"
"Yet what?" His eyes flash, his brows arching with disdain.
The words choke me. I can feel the tears burning behind my eyes, but I fight to keep my voice steady.
"Why?" I whisper. "Every day it's something new. Either you're announcing to the world that you're single, or you're plastered across social media, drunk and surrounded by women."
He slips out of his shirt with deliberate calm, every motion a mockery of my pain. "What does that have to do with you?"
"I was in the hospital last week," I breathe out, barely managing to speak. "I had a fever so high the nurses called you. And you came, but not for me."
He lifts a brow. "What are you talking about?"
"I saw you there, Stephan. Sitting by her bedside. The same woman you swore you'd cut off."
His mouth twists into a cruel smile. "So you're spying on me now?"
"You're not even listening," I shout, the words echoing through the room. For the first time, I really look at his crisp shirt, his slicked-back hair, his emotionless face. And I realize I don't recognize this man anymore.
"I've listened to you rant time and time again," he says coldly. "So no, Eva, I'm not listening tonight. I'm done listening."
My breath hitches. "Ten years, Stephan. Ten years of my life. I gave you everything I had. My body, my time, my soul. I fought for your company, your reputation, your dreams. And in return, all I got was humiliation."
He laughs under his breath. "All this bitterness over a kiss? Be careful, Eva. Your insecurity is showing."
My jaw falls open. "You don't see anything wrong with what you did? You kissed another woman while your wife was right there, watching?"
"Wife, wife, wife!" he roars suddenly, "I'm so damn tired of you throwing that word in my face like it's a weapon. I can't do business because I have a wife? Is that it?"
My vision blurs. My heart aches with a pain so deep I can hardly breathe. "You're cheating on me, but somehow I'm the one being blamed?"
His expression darkens. "Maybe if you actually went down on me once in your life, I wouldn't have to get it elsewhere."
For a moment, the world stops.
My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach, and every part of me goes cold.
"How dare you?" My voice cracks as I step back, shaking. "How dare you use that against me? You know exactly why I can't-"
He raises a hand sharply. "And that's your problem. You've been using that as an excuse for years."
"An excuse?" I whisper.
"Yes," he says with finality, looking straight into my eyes. "An excuse."
Something in me breaks. Memories rush through my mind. Nights I cried alone, mornings I waited for him to come home, the countless times I believed he'd change. I've carried so much pain for so long that I don't even know what love feels like anymore.
"I feel like I don't even know you," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper.
Stephan slips on a fresh shirt and grabs his car keys. "Maybe you never did."
My heart lurches. "What happened to us?"
"You can stay here all night wondering," he says coldly, walking past me toward the door.
"Where are you going?" I rush after him, my heels clattering on the floor.
"You don't want me in this house anyway," he throws over his shoulder. "So now you can have it."
I clutch the hem of my evening gown and follow him down the stairs. "It's late, Stephan. Please. Just tell me where you're going."
He spins around, eyes blazing. "Jesus, Eva, what is your problem? If I stay, you nag. If I leave, you cry. What the hell do you want from me?"
My throat closes. "I just... I just want you to love me again."
For a moment, silence hangs between us. Then he exhales harshly. "Just let me be, Eva. You're suffocating me. I need to breathe."
And with that, he's gone.
The sound of the door slamming echoes through the house, and I crumble where I stand. My knees hit the floor by the stairs, my hands shaking uncontrollably as sobs rip through me.
For years, I've fought for this marriage, believing love would be enough. But love doesn't fix what one person keeps breaking.
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Two days pass.
He hasn't returned.
In the silence of our home, I've had nothing but time to think. Every corner holds a memory, every breath reminds me of the woman I used to be. The one who waited, who forgave, who believed. But I can't be her anymore.
This marriage is already dead.
I stare down at the divorce papers lying on the table, my signature already inked beneath my name. I'd drafted them months ago but never had the courage to hand them over. I'd hoped Stephan would come back to me, that somehow we'd find our way again.
My suitcases sit packed by the door. I take one last look around the house, the home that once felt like a dream. The laughter, the whispered promises, the warmth, t's all gone.
A car engine hums outside, and my heart stutters. He's back.
I wipe my face and square my shoulders, forcing myself to stand tall.
The front door opens, and Stephan steps in, his expression tightening when he sees me standing there with my luggage. His eyes flick to the papers in my hand.
"What is this?" He says, scanning the room.
For a second, I just look at him. The man I once adored. The man I built my life around. And I realize I'm not angry anymore. I'm empty.
"I love you, Stephan," I whisper, voice trembling. "I probably always will. But I can't stay. Not like this."
I hand him the divorce papers. He takes them, scans through, and lets out a mocking laugh.
"Divorce?" He scoffs, eyes glinting. "You're not leaving this house, Eva."
I meet his gaze, steady and sure for the first time in years. "Watch me."
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I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.4
Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice.
Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer.
The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury.
Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."
7.9
For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
