I Said YES To An Open Marriage
Rachel gave her marriage everything-love, loyalty, and endless second chances.
Jeremy gave her betrayal.
When he demands an open marriage and moves his girlfriend into their home, Rachel's world shatters. But leaving isn't as easy as it seems... and staying might destroy her completely.
Caught between love and self-respect, Rachel must decide how far she's willing to go.
Because sometimes, saying yes... is the beginning of revenge.
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Chapter 1
RACHEL
"In this marriage, there shall be transparency and no form of cheating. Whatever I own is yours, and vice versa. If there's a misunderstanding, it must be cleared up before anyone goes to bed."
When my husband, Jeremy, said those words three years ago, I thought I had the perfect marriage. He was the one who condemned cheating. There was no way he would do it to me.
But alas, it was all a lie. The whole façade crumbled six months after our wedding when his new assistant started working with him. He started coming home late and giving excuses, like he didn't realize how late it had gotten while working.
Like a fool, I believed him. Oh yes, I did. You know, he couldn't be cheating since he was the one who made the rule. But nothing prepared me for the shock and heartbreak when I walked into his office and found him pounding his assistant on the table two years ago.
The music played softly, and everyone swayed slowly to its rhythm and lyrics. It was our college reunion, and most of our friends were gathered at the bar.
Everyone was smiling and chatting, but my eyes were fixed under the table-precisely on my husband, whose hands were roaming another woman's lap. They were laughing and talking while something else was going on beneath the table. I saw everything-and I couldn't move.
"Rachel, what are you looking at?" My college friend, Sarah, tried to follow my gaze, but I stopped her before she could see it.
"Nothing. Just thinking about how everyone has changed after seven years," I mumbled.
Sarah clutched my hand. "That's true, honestly." Her eyes lit up. "I've been looking at everyone, especially the boys, and I can't believe the glow-up. They're all so damn fine," she whisper-shouted, squeezing my hand.
I nodded, my eyes drifting under the table again. I still saw Jeremy's hand on her lap. This time, it was slowly moving closer to her core.
Sarah nudged me. "Rachel, I thought Clara was an art major." She gestured in my husband's direction with her head.
Clara. That was the name of the woman beside my husband. The new bitch he was cheating on me with.
"Yes," I responded, my brows creasing, unsure why Sarah was asking. I just hoped she hadn't noticed what was happening. That would be so embarrassing. Everyone thought my marriage was perfect. They thought Jeremy treated me right. I didn't want them to know it was all a façade. No. I didn't want anyone to see my reality. "Is there a problem?"
"Why did she come to our reunion party? She isn't even in the same major as us. And why is she so close to your husband?" Sarah asked, her tone laced with suspicion.
My breath hitched when she took a closer look at them. "Have they always been this close, or is this their first time together?" Her brows knitted.
"First time!" I replied quickly, forcing a chuckle while subtly blocking their view with my body. Call me a fool if you want-but covering them meant hiding my shame. My husband's humiliation was also mine.
"Let's join the others over there, Sarah. There are still a lot of people to catch up with," I muttered, standing and dragging her away.
Thirty minutes after chatting with others, I glanced at the table, and they were still there-my husband and Clara. From the way her eyes and body moved, I could tell things had gone further. My eyes stung with tears that lingered at my lids. It would have been better if he had at least respected me in public, but he didn't.
He wouldn't be the only subject of mockery if anyone caught them fooling around in public. I would also face the embarrassment of being seen as a foolish, understanding wife. The gossip would spread to our college alumni group and might even reach the school's news channel.
Anger coursed through me, and my vision blurred with jealousy and tears. My chest tightened. My fingers curled into fists. I couldn't take it anymore. I marched to the sound system, turned off the music, and picked up the microphone.
Silence filled the room.
"Hello, everyone!" My voice shook as my emotions overwhelmed my reasoning. "I'm sorry I stopped the fun so suddenly. I need everyone's help," I mumbled.
Then my eyes fell on my husband and Clara. Their attention wasn't even here despite the sudden silence. They were in their own world, having fun.
At that moment, my eyes reddened, and I clutched the microphone tighter. I didn't really have anything to say. I just needed something to distract them, but it seemed like it wasn't working. With my lips pursed, I brought the microphone closer to my mouth and said, "It's... " It's a prank, guys," I said, forcing a smile.
No one laughed. No one said anything. There wasn't a single reaction. Everyone exchanged confused glances. At that moment, I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. The embarrassment was enough to weaken my knees and make me stumble.
Ashamed, I dropped the microphone and turned the music back on.
Standing there, I clenched my jaw and fists while staring at those two. I had had enough of this. All I had been running from was embarrassment-and I had already experienced it.
Without thinking, I dashed toward them.
"Clara!" I called. As soon as she turned to me, I met her halfway with a resounding slap. The music stopped immediately, and everyone's attention shifted to us.
"Rachel!" voices rang out as people moved closer. "What are you doing?" Sarah asked.
I chuckled. "Answer that, Clara. What are you doing?" I snapped. "Do you want to leave quietly, or do you want me to tell everyone what you've been doing with another woman's husband?" I asked.
Gasps and murmurs spread through the crowd.
Jeremy glanced at me, shocked. His jaw tightened, veins rising in his neck. I could tell he was furious but holding himself back in public.
"I-"
"I mean it, Clara. Leave now, or I'll tell everyone what you've been doing."
Clutching her reddened cheek, she sprang to her feet. "I promise you, Rachel, you'll regret this," she swore before walking out of the gathering with forced composure. No one said a word. I knew they had already connected the dots, even without the full story.
Jeremy stood up, fire blazing in his eyes. He grabbed my hand and grunted, "Let's go home."
I snorted. "This isn't over."
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7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
8.7
I died in a mangled wreck of metal and fire, abandoned by the man I thought was my soulmate. But instead of the void, I woke up pinned against a cold marble wall, staring into the turbulent, storm-gray eyes of Damian Vincent.
This was the night I destroyed my life. In my past world, I spat in Damian's face and ran into the arms of Eddie, a parasitic loser who was secretly plotting with my cousin Jill to strip me of my inheritance.
My "escape" turned into a slow-motion suicide. My brother Donavan died in a horrific car crash while racing to save me from another one of my messes. Damian, consumed by a toxic mix of grief and vengeance, crushed the Nelson family empire until my father was a broken man. I spent years as a drugged-up social pariah, finally dying alone while the people I trusted laughed at my funeral.
The most bitter realization didn't hit me until the end. The "controlling monster" I spent years fighting was the only person who ever truly protected me. I had traded a man who would burn the world for me for a man who would burn me for the world.
Opening my eyes three years in the past, I find myself back at the airport, the rain lashing against the windows. My brother is pleading with me to run, and Damian is standing there, braced for the slap he thinks is coming.
But I don't strike him. I press my palm to his burning cheek and give him the only piece of my soul he couldn't buy.
"I'm not going anywhere, Dami. Keep this as my collateral."
The game has changed. This time, I'm not the victim-I'm the one holding the match.
8.5
Aryan is a hardworking young man who becomes the sole breadwinner of his broken family at just eighteen. With a careless, alcoholic father and two helpless younger siblings depending entirely on him, Aryan sacrifices his education and works as a delivery boy to keep his family alive.
One tragic night, while returning home from work, Aryan is hit by a car with failed brakes and left to die on a deserted highway. Despite countless vehicles passing by, no one stops to help. Aryan dies thinking only about the fate of his younger brother and sister.
After death, Aryan awakens before a mysterious divine entity who reveals himself as the creator of the universe. Unable to return Aryan to his destroyed body, the being offers him a second life in a completely different world. Desperate to protect his siblings, Aryan begs for them to be reborn with him-and his request is granted.
Aryan and his siblings are reincarnated on Planet Swaraj, a dangerous and magical world filled with monsters, swordsmen, mages, and dragons. Aryan is granted a mysterious system that tracks his abilities and offers power through combat. To survive and protect his family, he must defeat strange creatures, level up, and unlock hidden powers.
Now reborn in a world where strength determines survival, Aryan begins his journey-not for glory or power, but to ensure that this time, his family will never be left helpless again.