Losing Baby to His Schemes

Brendan Cook was a renowned geologist. Eight months into my pregnancy, he gifted me a beautiful amethyst, and I thought it was a symbol of his affection. That belief was shattered on his birthday when I decided to surprise him by quietly sneaking into the trunk of his car. I overheard him speaking to his lover, whom he called his "moonbeam." “That amethyst,” he said, “I found it during a geological survey. It’s radioactive and will harm the baby.” “When the time comes, I’ll persuade her to end the pregnancy so you won’t feel envious.” I felt numb all over. Instead of making a scene, I calmly scheduled the procedure to terminate the pregnancy and sent a report to his workplace. I had just hidden in the trunk when Brendan got into the car. At the same time, Violette Martinez joined him, settling into the passenger seat. Brendan gently fastened her seatbelt and tossed out the small pillow I used for lumbar support. I froze, struggling to believe what I was seeing.

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I don't know how long I sat there, feeling the minutes stretch out endlessly, until I noticed Violette had dozed off in the passenger seat. Brendan gently nudged her awake to let her know we had arrived.

I quickly glanced out the window and realized we were in a small town.

"Violette, I'm exhausted from driving all day. Let's take the flight tomorrow," Brendan suggested.

Violette pouted playfully. "Okay, but you owe me a relaxing evening."

"Absolutely, absolutely," he replied, his handsome face filled with adoration.

Watching this scene felt like a punch to the gut. Every part of me wanted to jump out and confront them, to expose their betrayal. But what would that accomplish?

I was in unfamiliar territory, and Brendan had already shown he could be ruthless. I didn't dare imagine what he might do if he discovered me here, hiding in the shadows.

All I could do was bide my time, waiting for the right moment to come back and reveal the truth.

As Brendan and Violette checked into the hotel, I took the chance to quietly exit the car and booked a room directly across from theirs. If they left, I'd hear it.

Alone in my room, I couldn't stop replaying the day's events in my mind. After seven years, a part of me foolishly wished Brendan might still have some feelings for me. But I was sadly mistaken.

Just then, I heard voices in the hallway.

"Brendan, the starlit sky is beautiful tonight. Let's go enjoy it."

It was Violette. Through the peephole, I watched Brendan intertwine his fingers with hers.

"Sounds great," he agreed.

Once they left, I followed them to a nearby stream. There I watched as the man who was once my husband snapped pictures of another woman, entranced by her.

Under the glow of the stars and moonlight, Violette was undeniably stunning. Brendan's camera seemed to capture her every graceful move.

"Violette, you look amazing," he murmured, his voice full of enchantment.

In seven years of marriage, I had never heard him speak to me this way. Even on our wedding day, dressed in an elaborate gown, he hadn't offered me a simple compliment.

"Ha-ha," Violette laughed, playfully adjusting her dress to reveal her legs.

"Tell me, Brendan, who is more beautiful—me or Mackenzie?" she teased.

He paused, caught in her charm, then drew her close.

"You, of course," he whispered, his hands roaming freely over her.

I covered my mouth, overwhelmed by a wave of nausea and deep hurt.

This was the man I'd loved for ten years. The irony of it all was almost too much to bear.

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Soren Knight was meant to marry the perfect bride. Instead, a drunken night in Vegas left him with a husband he barely knew. Adrian Vega never asked for a billionaire's world, or the spotlight that came with it. But one reckless marriage ties him to a man who sees love as weakness and business as everything. What begins as a deal to protect Soren's empire soon turns into something dangerously real. Between scandals, betrayal, and a secret that links Adrian's past to Soren's family, their mistake might be the one thing neither of them can walk away from.

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9.4

Divorce After Affair Shock

9.4

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9.7

Falling For My Father's Son

9.7

"How do I tell the world that my first orgasm came from my father's son-my brother, and he doesn't know yet?" Annabel Green, who had caught her first ever lover, James, in bed with Stephanie, her best friend, went on a mission of revenge. After she found out that the man who she bumped into at the club that night she caught her ex cheating, is actually Stephanie's fiancé-Daniel stroke. She planned on using him as a tool just to make James regret cheating on her and drive Stephanie insane. But she had no idea that Daniel was her father's son. By the time she had gotten her revenge, only then did they realize how late it was, because they had both fallen hopelessly in love. Now the question is who will let each other go? Will Daniel and Annabel agree to part ways just to see their parents happy. Or will their parents actually get a divorce in order to see their children live a happy life?

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9.0

Stolen Fortune, Stolen Heart: The Caged Ward

9.0

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7.6

Submitting to My Father's Driver

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9.1

The Unwanted Wife Walks Away Free

9.1

For fourteen years, Faith was the perfect Jarvis trophy wife. Plucked from her parents' funeral at seventeen, she was molded into an obedient, quiet accessory for Branson's billionaire empire. But while she managed his charities and smiled at galas until her face ached, he was busy humiliating her. She found another woman's gold bracelet in his desk, and today, his affair with a 23-year-old actress was broadcast on a massive electronic billboard right above his own Wall Street headquarters. For years, Faith had endured his coldness. He stopped touching her after the second miscarriage. He left her alone to cry in the back of his chauffeured cars at 3 AM. He thought her silence meant she was too weak, too poor, and too grateful to ever walk away. He called her a "cheap pet" who couldn't survive without his credit cards and mansions. He truly believed she needed someone else to want her before she could leave him. He never understood that wanting herself was enough. Did he really think she spent all those lonely nights just crying in her gilded cage? He was dead wrong. Faith didn't just pack a cheap duffel bag to run away. She walked right into his seventy-third-floor corner office, slammed down a zero-compensation divorce agreement, and tossed a highly encrypted USB drive onto his desk. "Sign the papers today, Branson. Or I hand your company's deepest secrets to a short-seller, and we watch your empire burn."

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Losing Baby to His Schemes

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