I Was Caught Cheating On My Husband

I woke up naked beside a man I hadn’t seen in eight years. Before noon, the scandal was everywhere. By noon, I’d lost my position as CEO, my name, and my marriage. But the worst betrayal wasn’t the headlines. It wasn’t walking in on my husband and my best friend planning my downfall and mocking me. It was finding out the man I loved, my sweetheart of five years, made me a surrogate without my knowledge. The twins I'd been carrying for seven months weren't mine. But it failed to break me. It only made me stronger. After all, I wasn't just a mother—I was a CEO.

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My feet moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway lined with wedding photos and to the door of the bedroom I'd shared with my husband for three years. I opened it.

Derek, in his suit, sat in the leather armchair by the window where he liked to read business journals while I got ready for bed. Claire straddled him, her dress hiked up around her waist, riding him.

They were too consumed with each other to notice me.

"God, I'm so glad this is almost over," Claire panted. "Hiding from her was exhausting."

"Soon," Derek groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

"She drank the juice without even questioning it," Claire said. "God, she's so easily deceived."

"That's what I love about her," Derek replied. Then he laughed. "Loved. Past tense."

“I… can't… wait to get our… beautiful twins from her. Before she figures out we switched the eggs… the babies will be ours."

The world stopped after I heard those words.

The eggs... switched?

"Vivian deserves this. Walking around like she's better than everyone, with her perfect hair and her perfect manners and her perfect life."

It was them. All of it. The setup, the photographs, everything.

And my babies...

My hands flew to my belly. No, that can't be. They are mine. They are mine!

That's when I screamed, but it came out as something between a sob and a scream.

They froze and turned. Claire's eyes widened, while Derek's face paled.

"Vivian," Derek said. "This isn't what it looks like."

I laughed. It sounded hysterical even to my own ears.

"Really? Because it looks like you're sleeping with my best friend in our bedroom, while I'm pregnant with what I thought were our children."

Claire dismounted casually, fixing her dress. No shame, just a cold smirk.

"Well," she said, "I guess we don't have to pretend anymore."

Derek stood, tucking himself back into his pants. "Vivian, sit down. We need to talk."

"Talk?" My voice rose. "You want to TALK?"

"Don't be dramatic—"

"Dramatic? You switched the eggs! My babies—" I clutch my stomach, "—they're not even mine?"

"Technically, they're mine and Derek's," Claire spoke so casually while examining her nails. "You're just the incubator."

I lunged at her. I didn't care that I was pregnant, didn't care about anything except scratching that smug expression off her face.

How dare she refer to me as an incubator?

Derek caught me, his hands like iron on my arms.

"Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself."

"Let me go!"

"Not until you calm down and listen."

"I'm leaving." I tried to pull away. "I'm leaving and I'm taking my babies—"

"Where?" Derek's voice went cold now. "Where will you go, Vivian? You have no job, and your grandfather disowned you this morning. I'm all you have left."

"I'd rather die than stay here with you!"

"Dramatic as always." He forced me toward the bed. "Sit down. Now."

"No! I'm leaving—"

I bolted for the door but Claire grabbed the back of my dress, yanking me backward. I was off balance, pregnant and clumsy. Then I stumbled. My head hit the edge of the dresser. Pain exploded across my temple.

The last thing I heard was Claire saying, "Is she dead?”

The last thing I saw was Derek's face hovering over me, his expression not concerned, but calculating.

Then everywhere went dark.

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The morning light streamed through the glass walls of Ephraim's penthouse solarium, casting prisms across my lap. I adjusted my position on the white leather chaise, angling my private tablet away from the door. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the screen. "Ms. Harrison, we are pleased to inform you that your application for the senior designer position at Blackwell & Associates has been accepted..." I traced my finger over the words, reading them for the fifth time. A job offer. In London. Under a name that wasn't Hailey Jenkins, the girl who belonged to Ephraim Ellis. The tablet felt hot in my hands—dangerous, thrilling. For ten years, I'd existed within the boundaries Ephraim had drawn for me.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Broken By The Heir, Claimed By Power

9.5

I spent two years navigating the stratified air of Spencer Kensington’s world, thinking I was the woman he loved. I even ate instant ramen for months to afford a vintage camera lens for our anniversary. When I got a mysterious text about "Operation Blue Moon," I thought it was our private signal for a proposal. Instead, I walked into a limestone fortress to find the Kensington and Van Der Woodsen Engagement Party in full swing. Spencer wasn't there for a romantic dinner; he was standing under a crystal chandelier, announcing his "business merger" with a blonde heiress. When I confronted him in a service hallway, he didn't apologize. He offered to buy me a brownstone and keep me as his "side project" while his mother, Victoria, watched from the balcony like a queen. "Vanessa is just furniture," he said, his voice full of a terrifying sincerity. "But you're the one I love. I can give you a life of ease." When I refused to be his dirty little secret, the retaliation was instant and brutal. By the next morning, I was fired from my reporting job, my father’s nursing home funding was pulled, and I returned home to find my apartment condemned by the city. My entire life was piled in wet boxes on a rain-soaked sidewalk. I couldn't understand how one family could have the power to erase a person’s existence in a single night. How could the man who kissed me yesterday watch his mother leave me homeless and penniless today? Standing in the rain next to my ruined belongings, a black SUV pulled up and Mayor Julian Sterling stepped out. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a deal. "The Kensingtons are panicked," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "And panicked people make mistakes. You have a reason to watch them burn. I want to see what you know." I took his hand, knowing he was just as dangerous as the people I was fighting, but I was done being the victim. This wasn't just a breakup anymore; it was a war.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

Ex's Humiliation at Gala

7.9

The morning light filtered through Sterling Department Store's tall windows as I arranged the latest Chanel display, each bottle positioned with the precision my mother had taught me years ago. "Quality speaks for itself, Victoria," she used to say, "but only to those who know how to listen." I touched the simple silver bracelet on my wrist—her final gift—and smiled at the memory. "You're here early again," Rebecca Chen observed, wheeling a cart of new inventory toward the counter. My colleague had become a genuine friend over these past months, one of the few people who treated me simply as Victoria the sales associate, not knowing I was Victoria Rogers, daughter of the man whose name graced the building's cornerstone. "I like the quiet before the storm," I replied, adjusting a display of Tom Ford lipsticks. "Besides, we have those aggressive sales targets to hit this month." Rebecca groaned dramatically. "Don't remind me. Sometimes I wonder if corporate lives in a fantasy world, expecting us to move luxury products like they're candy bars." If only she knew that "corporate" was currently standing three feet away from her, wearing a simple black blazer from Target and a name tag that read "Victoria - Beauty Consultant." The irony wasn't lost on me that I understood our sales challenges better than most executives precisely because I was working the floor. "Trust me," I said, organizing the morning's paperwork, "the key is understanding what each customer really needs, not just what they think they want." The store's atmosphere shifted as the first wave of shoppers trickled in. I was reviewing our inventory reports when a familiar laugh echoed across the cosmetics section—a sound that once made my heart race but now sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Fiancé Chooses Another Woman

8.8

My fiancé, Kolton Mendez, amidst the chaos of a car accident and subsequent fire, risked his life to save his beloved Zendaya Perry first. Due to this, he now carries scars, his once handsome face disfigured, but he still manages to find comforting words for Zendaya, reassuring her that he has me to rely on. My stomach churned, and I let out a quiet, sardonic laugh. For the sake of the promise Kolton made all those years ago, kneeling with genuine sincerity, vowing never to betray me, I've decided to set him free. I want to honor true love — may they stay in love even when they have nothing left. --- While I was caring for my mother, who had just undergone surgery, I accidentally clicked on a trending topic. That’s when I discovered why Kolton's phone was unreachable: he had been at the scene of a car accident and fire, risking his life to save Zendaya first. Trapped in a car that could explode at any moment, he shielded her from the flames with his own body. Normally proud and reserved, there he was, eyes red, begging the firefighters to save his lover first. Videos from the scene were circulating, and the comments below praised this "pure love" with admiration.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

My CEO Husband Gave My Honeymoon Ticket to His Assistant

9.6

When my CEO husband Eric found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien, he thought his three-month cold war had finally broken me. He promised a honeymoon to Iceland—until Vivien threw a fit. Eric gave her my ticket and called it "work." I stared at their couple selfie online and said nothing. He thought I'd become the perfect, docile wife. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd signed the divorce papers without reading them. A month later, I walked into a competitor's office with double the salary. Eric saw me at an industry event, froze, and chased me down the hallway. "Hayley, I made a mistake. Come back." I smiled. "Mr. Sutton, I don't know you." He fell apart. I walked away. Some fires don't need water. They just need to burn out alone.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

Rise Of The Hidden Heir

8.2

Baracio Delano was a handsome young man of mixed blood. Bara was the son of a billionaire, Mr. Delano Mikhail, and Mrs. Nai Xin Luo. Bara's life changed drastically when he lost both of his parents ten years ago. His life became like that of a statue or a robot constantly monitored. Bara was forced into marriage under the orders of Uncle Burhan, who had raised him all these years. On the night of his wedding, an incident once again shook Bara's soul, causing his long-lost courage to resurface. After being betrayed and hurt, Bara became extremely cold and ruthless toward any woman who tried to approach him. Because he was too disappointed by a life that kept playing with him, Bara decided to leave. On the very night of his departure, Bara found a baby not far from his parents' grave. Bara started his life from zero alongside the baby he had found. Since the moment he met the unfortunate infant, Bara's life began to fill with unexpected fortune! Truths that had been hidden all this time finally started to unravel! It turned out that a great secret was the true cause behind the death of Bara's parents. And after learning everything, Bara completely transformed into a cold-blooded monster!

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