I Sent Him Our Child’s Remains with the Divorce Papers

At twenty-eight weeks pregnant, I could barely manage the baby's movements and begged my husband, Jesus, to drive me to the hospital. Just as we were about to leave the garage, he received a call and told me to get out of the car. "Catalina's running a fever and wants some apple cider from The Orchard. I have to take it to her. You'll have to get to the hospital by yourself." I battled the intense pain gripping my abdomen and pleaded with him, "Jesus, we live in the suburbs, and there are no taxis around. Please, just take me to the hospital first." Growing impatient, he shoved me out of the passenger seat and drove away. As I sat on the pavement, I felt the warm trickle of blood running down my legs and lost consciousness from the pain. While my husband savored the sweet cider with his muse, I was robbed of my nearly full-term child and my womb. I woke up in the hospital bed, my heart shattered. I sent the remains of our child and a divorce agreement to his office via courier.

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Later in the evening, Jesus still hadn't returned home. This time, he actually called instead of staying over at Catalina's without saying a word.

When I answered, I heard a sweet female voice. "Cali, it's Catalina. Jesus can be so proud and stubborn. I'm apologizing on his behalf. He was just worried and didn't mean to lose his temper with you. You know, one day together is worth a hundred. Now that you're expecting, don't let any argument come between you and Jesus because of me."

Her voice carried no real apology, only a subtle attempt to assert her influence over my life. Previously, I would have snapped back and called her out for her feigned vulnerability and innocence. But this time, I chose not to engage. I no longer cared about Jesus, let alone his so-called soulmate.

"This is between Jesus and me; it's none of your concern. If you have nothing else to say, I'm ending this call."

As I was about to hang up, Catalina began to cry. "Cali, I meant well. How could you humiliate me like this? I'm not a homewrecker, nor am I trash. My relationship with Jesus is pure!"

I was taken aback. What was she talking about? Before I could respond, Jesus grabbed the phone and started yelling. "Cali, what nonsense are you pulling now? Your words are truly venomous. Who raised you to be so uncultured?"

"I've told you countless times, I only see Catalina as a sister! Apologize to her now, or this time, I'm really divorcing you!"

When we were dating, Jesus would often threaten to break up, and after marriage, it became the threat of divorce. He used these threats to manipulate me into submission, even when I was not to blame. But this time, I had no intention of backing down.

"Do whatever you want," I replied coldly.

I hung up and immediately blocked all his contacts. My body still needed time to heal, and the stitches throbbed painfully. But what hurt the most was my heart. Thinking of my poor child, who didn't even get a chance to see the world, I broke down in tears again.

Once my emotions settled, I packed up all my belongings and the things I had prepared for the baby. I glanced at the clock. It was late. Jesus probably wouldn't be home tonight.

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My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."

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9.3

After My Husband Betrayed Me, I Sought Justice

9.3

The mountain air felt different in my lungs as I stumbled down the winding path toward civilization. One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of captivity, of fighting to survive, of dreaming about this moment. My legs trembled beneath me, weak from malnutrition but propelled by desperation. The Coleman estate loomed in the distance, its familiar silhouette both a promise and a prayer. I'd imagined this reunion a thousand times in my darkest moments. Samuel's strong arms wrapping around me. The warmth of home. Safety. "Almost there," I whispered to myself, my voice hoarse from disuse.

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Betrayal Leads to Freedom

9.1

My fiancé wanted a child with his "perfect match." During the IVF procedure, he swapped my egg samples with hers. Then he posted on Facebook, boasting, "Even if I can't marry you, I'll make sure there are no regrets." When I confronted him, he acted as if he was perfectly justified: "Johanna's dad is a top medical expert. What's wrong with considering my future?" He added, "Don't worry, once I get his recommendation letter, I'll marry you!" But he had no idea it was actually me who had supported him all along. Even the only daughter of the so-called "renowned medical expert" was, in fact, me. ... Back at the lab, I watched my clueless classmates congratulating the pair. Kingsley Matthews, looking smitten, wrapped the scarf I had personally knitted around Johanna Hunter's neck. "It's getting chilly. You don't want to catch a cold," he said. The classmates around us cheered, almost egging them on to flaunt their affection.

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8.0

BEYOND BETRAYAL: WAR WITHOUT END

8.0

Betrayed by his own family, Carrick Aurum Gale was left for dead. But death was only the beginning. Reborn with a powerful system, Erebus, Carrick rises from the ashes to reclaim his rightful place as the most powerful Mafia Lord. With ruthless determination and cunning strategy, he builds a new empire, the Zenith Family, and sets his sights on vengeance against those who wronged him. The streets will run red, allegiances will be tested, and the very foundations of power will be shaken. The boy who was once discarded will become the master of his own destiny. Witness the unrelenting ascent of Aurum Zenith, the Mafia Lord who will stop at nothing to claim his throne.

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CEO's Romantic Affair

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She secretly married a superstar; however, their marital status was kept in public knowledge. She loved him like a dog, so loyal, so shameless, but he kept pushing her away only for his selfish reason to take revenge against her mother. After their divorce, she accidentally slept with a handsome stranger who’s blue-eyes were exuding extreme sex appeal, drawing her into an unavoidable fatal attraction. He was so calm and gentle, promising her eternal happiness. “Ms. Cathryn Riley, will you marry me?” His expression was serious and sincere. The man’s slender fingers held a very delicate and beautiful red velvet round box; inside it was an exquisite diamond ring. Scared emotionally, she responded to him, “I have divorced once. I hope you won’t make me divorce for a second time again.” Keith smiled and replied softly, “My world has never been centered on anyone. But in the days to come, my world is centered on you.” She was touched that she just couldn’t help shedding tears of happiness. Being with him brought everlasting joy, and his eternal promise replaced her suffering from the failed marriage.

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8.4

He Locked Our Sick Daughter Away for His Mistress

8.4

The Seattle winter had never felt so bitter. Outside our bedroom window, frost patterns crept like skeletal fingers across the glass while Emma's fever raged higher with each passing hour. Her small body trembled beneath three blankets on our living room sofa, her face flushed an angry red against the white pillowcase. "Daniel, please," I begged, staring at my husband's cold face on the video call. "She's burning up. The medicine isn't working. We need to take her to the hospital now." His eyes barely flickered toward me before returning to something on his desk. "Victoria, you're overreacting. It's just a cold. I'm in the middle of something important." "Important?" My voice cracked.

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