Life is full of regrets

Ellie lay in bed, burning with yet another low-grade fever. Ever since her pregnancy began, her body had struggled to adjust. The daily low fevers had become a relentless routine. Her husband David was always attentive. Whenever Ellie felt unwell, he would bring a glass of warm water and personally feed her a vitamin C tablet. Half an hour after taking it, she was drenched in sweat from the pain. “David…” She rolled off the bed in agony. But David, unlike his usual gentle self, simply stood by the bed, looking down at his wife. “Just endure it a little longer. Once the baby’s gone, you’ll be fine.” Gone? Ellie’s fingers dug into the concrete floor until they bled, but she felt nothing. “What I just gave you wasn’t a vitamin. It’s an imported abortion pill. You’re a doctor—you understand. Once this pain passes and the embryo dies, everything will be fine.” Ellie looked up at the man before her. No. He wasn’t a man. He was a monster. After the educated youth returned to the cities, she had risked cutting ties with her own family to marry David, a fellow returnee from her class. Back then, he’d had nothing. Two young people from vastly different social standings had come together—for love. Ellie got into medical school and, after graduation, was assigned to City Hospital as an OB-GYN. David, through Ellie’s father’s connections, entered the local Machine Tool Plant. He rose swiftly. In less than five years, he achieved what others spent a lifetime dreaming of: becoming the head of the largest factory in the area. Just two days ago, Ellie’s father died of a heart attack. She had lost her usefulness… “David, abortion pills aren’t fully developed yet. It won’t be a clean process.” Tears in her eyes, Ellie begged him. She couldn’t die here. Not like this, for no clear reason! “Medical abortions are dangerous. They can cause hemorrhaging. Please, take me to the hospital.” Her abdomen grew hotter, warmth churning inside her. She shifted slightly—and a warm gush surged from between her legs. The excruciating pain came like a tidal wave, smashing her broken little boat into the ocean. Just then, the door opened. Carolyn stepped in. Seeing Ellie on the floor, she gasped and hid behind David. “Oh, dear, what’s happened to you?” This woman was David’s sister-in-law. After his brother passed away, David had brought Carolyn to the city under the pretext of medical treatment, claiming her health was poor. She had been living with them for nearly half a year. “Hurry, take me to the hospital.” Ellie looked at the two of them, a terrible premonition settling in her heart. David frowned, crouched halfway down, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Ellie’s forehead. “Can’t you just endure it a little longer? Once the bleeding stops, you’ll be fine.” Gripping her teeth until they ached, Ellie knew the truth: drug-induced abortions were still underdeveloped. There had been many clinical accidents—that’s why hospitals hadn’t adopted them widely. “I can’t endure it. I’m dying!” David’s gaze turned vicious. “Endure it! It’s just a bastard. I’m already being merciful by letting you abort it. If you don’t listen, I’ll divorce you right now!” “What? A bastard?” Ellie was in such extreme pain her words slurred. Her child—how could it be a bastard? David was her first love. She had given him her virginity. How could he say such a thing?

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Pain washed over Ellie, so intense she was on the verge of passing out. The words she tried to speak emerged as nothing more than a faint gasp.

She lay on her back, tears of frustration welling in her eyes.

Just then, Carolyn hissed, clutching her cheek. She gazed up at David, her eyes brimming, tears plopping down in a steady patter. "David, my tooth hurts!"

David tensed immediately. Gently cradling her face, he asked, "Are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Carolyn hooked a finger into his belt, pulling him closer; her tone was a mix of complaint and coquetry. "It's all your fault—forcing me to eat that imported chocolate. Now my tooth hurts."

With a soft, delicate sob, she buried her face in David's chest.

After that, David didn’t spare Ellie another glance. Slipping an arm around his sister-in-law, he headed straight for the on-site clinic.

Ellie lay in a pool of her own blood, the floor sticky and slick beneath her. She couldn’t get up.

Gradually, her strength faded.

Staring up at the fluorescent light tube overhead, her gaze grew hollow.

Everyone could see there was something wrong with David's relationship with his sister-in-law—even her own father. Yet in the end, she alone had clung to her belief in David's character.

"Ellie, you were such a fool…"

She died there in her own bedroom, her eyes wide open. When she died, her ten fingers were splayed across the concrete floor, mangled and bloody. Six fingernails had been torn away halfway down the fingertips, the blood and flesh ground into a pulp.

Ellie jolted awake.

Clutching her abdomen, she gasped for air. Realizing she had been reborn, tears in her eyes, Ellie fumbled with the thick desk calendar. Today was March 18th. Early tomorrow morning, her father would die of a heart attack in his rocking chair at home.

She couldn't afford to waste a second. Grabbing her coat, she rushed back to her parents' house.

Her father was sitting in their small courtyard, discussing something with his secretary, Philip. Seeing Ellie return, his expression visibly soured.

"Decided to come home, have you?"

Tears welling, Ellie threw her arms around him. For a moment, Joe was at a loss for how to react. "This child…"

To marry David, she had nearly severed ties with her father. It was only out of pity for his daughter that he had arranged a job for the son-in-law he despised.

Ellie knew time was running out. Looping her arm through her father's, she practically dragged him to the hospital.

Lying on the hospital bed, Joe sighed heavily. His daughter's displays of filial piety were rare, and he didn't want to embarrass her—especially now that she was pregnant. He couldn't risk upsetting her.

"Dr Ellie, your prediction was spot on!"

Philip hurried into the room, handing the examination report to Ellie. Just as she had anticipated, the old chief's heart was on the verge of giving out. The situation was critical, and the hospital immediately began prepping him for surgery.

"Ellie," Joe asked, knowing he was about to go into the operating room and unwilling to leave with regrets, "why did you suddenly bring me to the hospital today?"

Hugging her dad, Ellie told a white lie. "Dad, Mom came to me in a dream."

"Alright…" Tears streamed down the old man's face.

Ellie kept vigil outside the operating room for eight hours, until her father was safely wheeled out. Once she learned he was stable and just needed rest to wake up, Ellie scheduled a procedure for herself.

She walked into the office of the Head of Obstetrics and Gynecology. "Director, can you perform a surgery for me?" She took a steadying breath. "And… could you put my name down for one of the rural placement slots?"

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"Just watch... I'll take you away from that deceitful woman." Yvette whispered softly, but the resolve in her heart was unshakable. Her heart shattered as she witnessed the wedding of Aaron-the man she had loved for so long, the very same adoptive brother who once gave her a sense of home-to another woman. It was no secret. Aaron knew how she felt. And yet, he still chose to marry someone else... as if Yvette's love had never meant a thing. Just when she tried to accept that painful reality, she uncovered a truth far more devastating. Belinda... was not as kind as she seemed. The cunning hidden behind her gentle smile only made it harder for Yvette to let go-only strengthened her belief that the man she loved had fallen into the wrong hands. The love she had once buried deep within her heart had now twisted into something far darker. An obsession. Yvette no longer wished to surrender. She would take back what was meant to be hers... by any means necessary. Even if it meant destroying their marriage.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.9

After My Fiancé Gifted My Watch to His Mistress

7.9

I smoothed the tablecloth for the third time, adjusting the candle placement until they formed a perfect triangle. The aroma of beef bourguignon filled our small apartment, a recipe I'd spent all afternoon perfecting. Three years. Three years since Ryan had first kissed me outside the law library, his hands trembling slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Tonight will be special," I whispered to myself, checking my watch—the twin of the one I'd spent six months restoring for him. The vintage Rolex had been a piece of junk when I found it at a flea market, but I'd worked on it nights after my shifts at the coffee shop, learning the intricate mechanisms, replacing tiny parts until it ticked perfectly again. The door opened at 9:47 PM. I'd texted Ryan twice about dinner, receiving only a terse "running late" in response. "Sorry," Ryan mumbled, dropping his keys on the counter. His tie hung loose around his neck, and I caught the unmistakable scent of expensive perfume mingled with whiskey.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.8

Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband

7.8

I was three million dollars in debt, forced by my agent to star in a reality show as the brainless gold-digger who married a decrepit billionaire. But right before the live broadcast, as I touched the tacky neon dress I was supposed to wear, a violent vision struck my brain. I realized my entire life was a script, and I was just a villainous side character designed to make America's Sweetheart look like a saint. My agent was secretly taking payouts from her PR firm to deliberately ruin my reputation with endless hate traffic. If I followed his orders today, I would be torn apart by the internet, lose every contract, and eventually die alone in a cheap motel. I couldn't accept that my every fake smile and stupid decision had been manipulated to destroy me just to elevate someone else. Why should I let them sell me out and turn my life into a complete joke? Looking at the ugly pink dress, I threw it straight into the trash. "You are fired, and my lawyers will be in touch about your offshore accounts." I poured a glass of freezing water over my head to wash away the heavy makeup and the helpless persona I had worn for years. I kicked out my backstabbing agent, put on a pair of plain black leggings, and walked out to face the live cameras. To hell with the script. Today, I was going to expose this fake PR marriage myself.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.4

From Ruined Wife To Tycoon's Obsession

8.4

Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter. But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party. The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face. The shock triggered a massive heart attack. Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table. Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder. "You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments." When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child. Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money. They thought she would just break and quietly disappear. But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window. She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

7.1

In my past life, my fiancé Grayson Falcone locked me in an abandoned warehouse to die of a fever while he paraded his mistress around the city. I opened my eyes and was reborn right on the night of the Plaza Hotel gala. Just like before, Grayson swam right past me in the freezing fountain, pulling his dripping mistress into his arms in front of New York's elite mafia families. He publicly shattered our honor, leaving me to face absolute social death. But this time, Damon Falcone—Grayson's uncle and the most feared Don in the city—stepped out of the shadows, wrapped me in his coat, and carried me away. To safely destroy the betrothal, I decided to become Grayson's worst nightmare. I played the suffocatingly devoted fiancée, even "accidentally" feeding him his lethal allergen. But my plan completely backfired. Instead of breaking the engagement, Grayson developed a sick, morbid fascination with my lethal intentions. Even worse, Damon cornered me in his private shooting range, his eyes burning with a terrifying, dark obsession as he pinned me against his chest. I didn't understand why my calculated revenge was spiraling so dangerously out of control. Thanks to the vicious rumors about Damon carrying me away, the furious family matriarch slammed her hand on the table to protect the family's honor. "The rumors end now. Grayson and Isabella will marry next month."

Action Modern Romance

7.9

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

7.9

I went to the City Clerk's office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk's pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray's text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we're done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray's life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

Modern Mystery Romance

Life is full of regrets

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