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 5
RACHEL
Colored lights flashed across the club, painting everything in shifting colors. People were everywhere. Loud music played, and the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. The strong scent of alcohol hit my nose. My head already felt heavy from the noise and the heat.
We ordered some drinks and drank to our satisfaction. I was tipsy. My vision blurred slightly, but I could still think clearly... mostly.
Lena wasn't with me anymore. As a regular club-goer, she was already on the dance floor, moving effortlessly, laughing, and drawing attention from everyone around her. She tried to convince me to come along, but I remained adamant. It already felt like a miracle that I had come here at all... maybe next time, I would summon the courage to dance like her.
"Would you mind if I sit here, milady?" a voice said behind me.
When I turned, my gaze fell on a man. He had a cute face and the physique of someone who practically lived in the gym. I squinted to get a clearer view of him. His cologne was sharp but relaxing. Subconsciously, I inhaled more of it.
"I'm married," I raised my hand, showing him my ring, then looked away.
He chuckled. My words didn't stop him from sitting beside me. He settled in and clinked his glass with mine. I didn't respond, only watching him cautiously. I didn't invite him to stay, but he stayed anyway.
"Really...? You don't look married," he said.
I cackled dryly. "Oh! My bad. Next time, I'll wear a wedding dress when coming here," I replied without a smile. My head was beginning to ache from all the drinking and laughing.
He burst into laughter. "Oh, fucking what!" he muttered between laughs. "That's not what I mean... You got that all wrong."
Staring at him again, I widened my eyes. "Then tell me-what do you mean?"
"I mean... " You look young and beautiful..." he stuttered.
"Oh! So only old and ugly women get married?"
He laughed harder, clutching his stomach. "Gosh! You're so funny. Who are you?"
I sipped my drink, ignoring his question. My eyes scanned the dance floor, searching for Lena. The alcohol was starting to take effect, and that meant it was time to leave.
"I'm Sebastian," he introduced. "Sebastian Raymond." He paused. "May I know the name of the woman who made me laugh for the first time in a week?" He stretched out his hand, smiling brightly.
For a few seconds, I stared at his hand, blinking but not taking it. Hissing softly, I picked up my glass and took another sip.
He pursed his lips, withdrew his hand, and clapped his palms together. "I guess you want to remain anonymous for now," he mumbled.
Still, I remained silent. None of his attempts were getting to me. He was a man. The one who made me come to the club tonight was also a man. They brought nothing but pain and destruction. There was no way I would open up to one again.
"You look like you've got a lot on your mind," he asked, breaking the silence. "Wanna share?"
If there was one thing I would applaud Sebastian for, it would be his persistence and boldness. Despite my attitude, he didn't give up. And his questions were tempting. I wanted to let it all out-my vulnerability, my emotions-but I knew that wasn't me. I wouldn't reveal my pain to a stranger. It was the alcohol speaking, and my friend wasn't around to pull me back.
My throat tightened as I tried to hold it in.
In a blink, my eyes stung, and tears streamed down my face. I gasped. "I'm such a fool..." I sobbed, covering my face.
He leaned forward, his surprised gaze scanning my face. "What...? Are you... Are you crying?" His tone was filled with shock.
"When he cheated with different women, I had no problem with it. I endured. I compromised because they said marriage is all about compromise and sacrifice," I began. "Do you know what he told me this morning?" I let out a bitter laugh. "He said he wanted an open marriage, and he brought another woman into our home."
"What!" Sebastian exclaimed. "Is he a psycho? Is he nuts?" He tapped his temple and scoffed. "How shameless can he be?" His expression darkened as he spoke.
With my eyes half-closed, I chuckled. "I'm the shameless one. The one holding on to a tiny hope that he would change. The coward who couldn't walk away the first time. The fool who kept thinking he would choose me again." My voice grew hoarse and emotional. "I'm such a fool, Sebastian. A fool... a big fool."
"No, you aren't." He shook his head. "You love him, and that isn't a crime. If anyone should feel bad, it's him."
"I... I don't know what to do. How do I make him look at me? Now Clara is in my house. She's going to live with us. What if he forgets about me completely?"
"I don't think a man like him deserves you. He doesn't," he said firmly. "You deserve better. A man who will worship you and love you like you're the next thing to God." He paused briefly.
"You should leave him," he added.
Everything went silent as he said that. The only thing I could hear was the echo of his words. What the hell did he mean by divorce? He was asking me to leave my husband? For what?
I snorted. "Why would I leave him?"
He was taken aback, but quickly composed himself. "He's making you cry."
"I know he's making me cry, but how is that enough reason to divorce him? That's like handing him over to those bitches," I muttered.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "Don't, please," I snapped. "Don't say another word." I stood up and grabbed my bag.
He froze for a moment, then his lips curved into a small smile as he nodded. "You haven't told me your name."
"I don't tell strangers my name-especially ones who don't mind their damn business," I retorted.
He snickered and stood up. "You can always talk to me again." He slipped his card into my hand.
I tried to refuse it, but he insisted, so I took it. I would throw it away once I got outside. Then I stormed off.
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Sebastian's eyes followed her as she walked out of the club. His lips curved into a slow smile. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he ran his tongue over his lips and nodded.
"So that's her...," he muttered to himself. His gaze lingered on her as she walked out.
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8.2
The prophecy didn't save me, it claimed me.
Death was not her ending...... it was her rebirth.
Awakened into a world of gods, bloodlines, and ancient curses, she learns that her second life is bound to a prophecy written long before she existed. Marked by divine blood and hunted by fate, she becomes the one Olympus never wanted to rise again.
As secrets unfold and forbidden bonds form, she must decide whether to obey the destiny forced upon her or defy the gods who control her future. But prophecies always demand a price, and some rebirths are meant to destroy the world that created them.
Because being reborn under a cursed prophecy means there is no escape, only fate.
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.