Married To My Ex-Lover: A heart shattered, a love reborn
"You've hurt me once before, what is the reassurance that you won't hurt me again?"
Jasmine's world crumbled on the night of her college graduation. She found out that her boyfriend was in love with her due to a cruel bet he had with his friends during their freshman night four years ago. Betrayed and humiliated, she decided to flee the heartbreak, leaving her life and memories behind. On her way fleeing, she was met with a car accident that robs her of the memories of the man who hurts her the most. Eight years later, fate forces her into an arranged marriage with the same man who hurts her so much in the past. Will Jasmine regain her memories of the past? Will she fall in love with the same man again? Find out in this intriguing book, "Married To My Ex-Lover."
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Chapter 1
“Yes! I made it! I’m finally a graduate!” Jasmine squealed, her smile lighting up her face as she turned to Natalie, her best friend who was seated beside her in the backseat.
“Yes, bestie, we made it.” Natalie laughed, squeezing Jasmine's hand tightly. They have been inseparable since their second year in college. They did almost everything together since they live in the same dorm. Although their majors are different, that doesn’t hinder the bonds between them.
“Let’s go.” Jasmine flung the car door open. “I can’t wait to see Ethan. It felt like a lifetime I’ve seen him.” Jasmine hurriedly stepped out of the car, while Natalie used the other door.
Dressed in a short, tight, black gown, paired with eight-inch stilettos, with a small clutch in hand, Jasmine walked elegantly towards the clubhouse, where the celebration of their graduation is held.
The moment she entered, the blast of the loud music playing in the room almost made her retreat.
Natalie’s hand caught her arm gently.
“Hey babe, where are you running to? Aren’t you eager to meet your boyfriend?”
Jasmine froze, her smile faltering for a second as she met Natalie’s blue eyes. There was something there. Something sharp behind the warmth, but she brushed it off.
Jasmine took a deep breath and walked into the booked private room, Natalie trailing behind her. What she didn’t see was the hatred that flashed across Natalie’s eyes the moment she turned away.
“Hey Jasmine, you are finally here.” Jasmine's blonde classmate walked up to her with a glass of wine in hand, her cheek rosy from drinking.
Jasmine nodded. She exchanged pleasantries with some of her classmates in the room, her eyes searching every corner to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend. However, he was nowhere to be found.
Jasmine’s brow knitted together. Where could he be? Didn’t he inform me earlier that he would be here? Just as her mind was running wild, one of Ethan's friends came out from another door inside the private room. It turns out that there is another private room in the room they are currently celebrating.
“Jasmine, you are finally here.” Donald sighted Jasmine immediately and walked up to her with a sloppy smile. His movements were somehow stiff. Jasmine turned around to see Donald walking towards her.
“Hey Natalie, you are here too.” Donald happily waved at Natalie, a sweet smile plastered on his face.
“Donald, where is Ethan? Have you seen him?” Before Jasmine could ask, Natalie had already rushed forward and held Donald’s hands, her eyes sparkling as she leaned forward.
None of them think that Natalie’s behavior was off. She had always been like that when it came to Ethan, making everyone think that she cared about Ethan because he was Jasmine’s boyfriend.
“You…you mean Ethan?” Donald stuttered while Natalie nodded. “He is in there with some friends. He had been waiting for you guys to arrive.” Donald pointed at the door he came out from earlier.
“Thank you, Donald.” Jasmine appreciated before she turned around and rushed towards the door, her heart pounding in anticipation. She can’t wait to see Ethan. It's been more than a day since she had seen him due to their graduation preparations.
Natalie dropped Donald’s hand and followed behind Jasmine. Her face twisted briefly with loathing before she quickly masked it, afraid that someone would see her loathful expression.
Jasmine paused for a few seconds to check herself out the moment she reached the door. Her gaze ran all over her body, trying to check if anything was out of place. By then, Natalie had caught up.
“Why aren’t you going in?” Natalie asked, leaning forward to peek through the small gap between the door.
“I was just trying to see if anything was out of place.” Jasmine said with her head bowed as she straightened the invisible crease on her dress.
“Come on babe, you are perfect. Let’s go in already.” Natalie said reassuringly, not even looking at Jasmine, eyes still fixed between the small opening of the door.
“Alright. Let’s go in.” Jasmine said as she pushed the door open. She entered first, while Natalie walked behind her.
The atmosphere in the room was different from that of the outside. A snooker table was surrounded by three handsome men. Two of them were holding the snooker cue in their hands, their eyes fixed on the balls on the table. The third man was standing not far away,
He was twirling with a glass of champagne in his hand, his eyes fixed on the snooker board. The room seemed to shrink around him as he stood there in a black pants and white shirt.
Jasmine’s gaze clung to him, unblinking, as if letting go might erase him from her sight. Her palm was slick with sweat. Four years of longing twisting in her chest with every heartbeat.
Natalie’s gaze also lingered on him, her lips pressing together as her eyes flickered with hesitation and something unspoken. The hit on a ball echoed all over the room, bringing everyone out of their reverie.
The men hadn’t noticed them yet. They were all immersed in the game as they continued their discussion.
“Ethan,” Josh called, dropping his snooker cue beside the table as he turned around.
“Hmm,” Ethan answered, his eyes still focused on the game as if in his own world.
“It's been four years already. When are you planning to tell Jasmine that you don’t love her? Or have you forgotten that you being with her was because of a bet we made four years ago?”
The room suddenly felt smaller, suffocating. Jasmine’s eyes widened, her mouth wide agape with her fists clenched tightly beside her.
No. Josh must be saying nonsense. Ethan loves me so much. He wouldn’t dare play with my feelings… Jasmine convinced herself in her heart as she stood rooted in place, waiting for Ethan’s reply as Josh’s words kept on ringing in her ears.
A bet…? Four years…?
Natalie and Williams, the third guy in the room, eyes widened, mouth parted as they took in what they just heard. Natalie looked between Ethan and Jasmine who were frozen in place just like herself.
Who didn’t know that Jasmine and Ethan are madly in love on campus? Josh’s revelation was like an eye opener. Who would have thought that Ethan was just playing Jasmine.
Jasmine’s sharp nails dug into her flesh, a tiny bead of blood drawn as she took in Ethan’s expression. He didn’t comment on what Josh just said. He just stood there, his expression unreadable.
The man she had loved with all her heart for the past four years was with her not because her love for him was reciprocated, but because he made a bet with his friend.
She felt stupid and played. She wanted to rush over and confronted Ethan, who was still silent, his face creased in a frown as if thinking about something, but was stopped by Josh’s next words.
“Don’t tell me you really fell in love with her, Ethan?” Josh walked towards Ethan and tapped him on his shoulder, seeing how lost he was. Josh’s lips curled up in triumph.
Jasmine’s heart felt like it was about to stop as she awaits Ethan’s response, her fists still clenched tightly around her clutch.
“I was just fooling around with Jasmine. Why would I fall in love with her? It’s just a game bro.” Ethan said with a small chuckle, but no one knew the pain he felt in his heart the moment he said that. His heart felt heavy.
His chuckle faded just as it came. He raised the champagne glass to his lips, pretending to take a sip, though the liquid burned his throat more than usual.
He said that just now in order to look exactly like the same Ethan his friends knew — cold, composed, and unfeeling. But deep down, he knew the truth.
He loved Jasmine. He had fallen for her long ago. The moment she gave him her sweetest, shy smile without any expectations. Her carefree, gentle, and sweet soul had long held a place in his heart.
The bet with his friend has started as a foolish game in their freshman year, a dare to win the heart of the quiet, unattainable cold-beauty. But what had started as a bet had turned into something real. Something that terrified him.
In his attempt to look strong and unfeeling in front of his friends, he had just spat out the biggest lie of his life. He had lied about the one thing that meant the world to him.
Ethan’s words were the deal breaker for Jasmine. The tears she had been holding in her eyes fell silently, her hand pressed on her aching chest.
If she hadn’t heard this from Ethan himself, she wouldn't have believed it if someone else had told her about it. Her eyes were still fixed on him as she cried silently, still in disbelief at the sudden heartbreak. The man in front of her was familiar, yet unfamiliar.
A few minutes ago, she dolled up and was happy to see him. And now? Her happiness was turned into heartbreak by the only person she thought cared about her the most in this world.
With no courage to confront Ethan, Jasmine turned around. Before she left, she turned back to look at him for the last time, as if waiting for him to refute all that was said just now, but nothing came out of his mouth.
With an aching heart, Jasmine dashed out of the room silently, just like the way she had entered, not calling attention to herself, tears streaming down her face.
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
7.2
Aria was born with a fire in her soul a mysterious ember that hums with a power even she cannot control. Ordinary life was never meant for her, but when shadowed creatures rise from the Veiled Realm, kingdoms teeter on the edge of war, and an ancient prophecy stirs from the depths of forgotten magic, Aria discovers that her gift may be the only thing standing between life and annihilation.
As she struggles to master her abilities, Aria is thrust into a world of ruthless warlords, cunning sorcerers, and dark beasts that hunt from the shadows. Every ally she meets could be a traitor, every enemy may hold a secret, and every choice she makes carries the weight of a realm cloaked in mystery and danger.
Amid the chaos, a forbidden bond ignites with a warrior whose strength matches her own, a connection that could either become her greatest strength or her deadliest weakness. As love, betrayal, and destiny collide, Aria must confront the shadows of her past, embrace the power within her, and decide whether she will rise as the savior of the Veiled Realm or fall and let it burn.
Embers will flare. Secrets will awaken. And one girl's courage will shape the fate of a hidden world forever.
8.8
Omega Unleashed
8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
******
Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.7
I trusted the wrong people in my past life.
My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die.
But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me.
In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were.
Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished.
I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt.
When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate.
I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder.
"Please don't kill me, Scarlett!"
This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go.
8.7
They killed her once. Now, she's back to collect the debt.
Thrown back in time to the single night that shattered her life, Jane King is no longer the powerless charity case of the billionaire Norman family. She's a ghost with a ten-year grudge and a perfect memory of every sin they committed. The timid girl is gone, replaced by a woman with nothing left to lose and a ledger that can only be balanced in ruin.
Her audit begins tonight. With the cold precision of a master strategist, she dismantles the heirs, staging their downfall as tragic accidents. But her bloody work doesn't go unnoticed. From a balcony above, the enigmatic and dangerous Hudson Ellison watches the victim become a predator. He's the only one who sees the monster she's become, and he doesn't want to cage it-he wants to crown it.
He offers a dangerous alliance and the keys to an empire. But in a game of secrets and lies, when you partner with a wolf, you risk becoming the prey.