My Ex-husband Begged me to Save Him
Cyburris Hospital collapsed, and Director Greg sacrificed his pregnant wife, Ronda, to save his idolized love. Her right hand was crushed, she lost their baby, and he dragged her name through the mud, forcing her to leave with nothing.
With an injured hand and a stillborn child, Ronda fled the country overnight. Three years later, she returned as an international authority on neural regeneration, ready to seek revenge with both hands-one to slap faces, the other to perform surgery.
Her academic revelations exposed scandals, data breaches shook the foundations, the idolized love's reputation crumbled, and the scoundrel was left paralyzed-a complete crash and burn, all in one go.
In the end, she radiated with brilliance at a grand wedding with her ultimate partner, while her ex passed away in solitude in a hospital room.
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Chapter 2
Ronda couldn't believe her eyes. "What did you say? You want me to apologize to her?"
"If you hadn't insisted on calling me at that moment, I wouldn't have been distracted, and Rose wouldn't have run into a dangerous area out of shock."
Greg spoke with conviction. Each of his words felt like nails piercing Ronda's heart.
"Moreover, when the rescue team carried you out, you clung to the stretcher with all your might and refused to leave. You frightened Rose. She's in a very unstable mental state now, constantly murmuring apologies to you. You'd better go and tell her that you're okay so she can recover peacefully."
"I'm not going." Ronda closed her eyes, and tears finally fell. "Greg, get out."
"Ronda!" Greg didn't expect that his usually gentle and forbearing wife dared to speak to him like that. His anger flared instantly. He grabbed her uninjured left shoulder tightly. "Don't act like this. As the spouse of the director, you must be showing leadership and compassion now, not being petty. What will people say about you if they see you like this? Rose is such a kind-hearted woman, and you caused her to be like this. Don't you feel guilty?"
"Is she kind-hearted?" Ronda's eyes snapped open, filled with hatred. "She's kind-hearted, so she entered a dangerous construction site when she was aware of danger? She's kind-hearted, so she clung to your hand, cried out in fear, and told you not to bother with me when she saw me trapped? Greg, are you blind?"
"Shut up!" Greg released his grip abruptly.
Ronda, already weak, was thrown against the iron railing of the bed with a heavy thud.
The dull sound echoed.
Ronda felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. A warm liquid flowed out instantly.
Her face turned ashen as she clutched her abdomen and curled up in agony. "It hurts! My abdomen..."
Greg looked at Ronda with more disdain. "Are you pretending again? Ronda, how many times are you going to constantly sound false alarms? Last time you pretended to have a stomachache. The time before you feigned a headache. Now you are telling me you have abdominal pain? You're a doctor. Could you at least make your act convincing?"
"Help... the baby..." Ronda was sweating from the pain. Her fingers gripped Greg's sleeve tightly, and her knuckles turned pale. "Greg, please... call the obstetrics department... I'm pregnant..."
Greg stiffened as he looked down at her pain-contorted face. A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes.
But soon he started being ironic. "Are you pregnant? You said that last time to trick me into going home, and what happened?"
Greg coldly removed her grip and continued, "Ronda, you've repeated the same lie three times this month. I don't have more patience with you. If you don't apologize to Rose, I'll cut off all the research funding for the neurosurgery department this year."
With that, he disdainfully brushed off the wrinkles from his sleeve where she had grabbed it and strode out.
"Greg!" Ronda cried out desperately, and the warm liquid beneath her kept spreading, staining her hospital scrubs and the white sheets.
That was her husband, whom she had loved for ten years.
She had fought to marry him against her family's objections back then.
To him, her life-threatening situation was a ploy for sympathy, and her unbearable pain was a poor performance. Even the baby in her womb was nothing but a tool for gaining his favor.
"Nurse... help..." Ronda mustered the last of her strength to press the call button by her bed. Her vision darkened as she became unconscious again.
Before completely losing consciousness, she heard Greg's tender voice in the hallway. He had never been so tender to her.
"Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here. That hysterical woman is fine. She just wants to scare you... Be good. Take your medicine. I'll help you with it."
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9.4
"You are only making things difficult for us." he said. "Just sign the papers and let's get this over with."
As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that the wardrobe was slightly opened. Curious, I began to walk towards it.
"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
But I ignored him. I lifted a trembling hand, gripped the handle, and opened the wardrobe. My heart sank.
"Abby?"
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Although, she's heard a few times, but Emily has refused to believe that her husband, Marcus has been hanging around with different ladies, and sometimes he brings them home.
Even though she's hurt, but as long she doesn't come across or trade words with any of those ladies, then she's fine with it. And she was, but not until she finds one hiding naked in the wardrobe. Not just any woman, but her own sister, Abby.
Rather than apologizing to Emily, Marcus asks for a divorce and tells her to leave. To make matters worse, Abby is pregnant for him. Feeling betrayed, Emily attempts taking her own life. But fortunately, she survives. A month later, she returns as the wife to a wealthy billionaire.
Now she's ready to get her revenge. Just how far can Emily go to see her ex-husband and sister suffer?
8.1
She thought patience would earn her love.
She was wrong.
After years of waiting for her best friend to finally see her, she meets the one man she should never want-his older brother. Dark, forbidden, and dangerously perceptive, he sees through every excuse she's ever made for being overlooked.
Now she must choose between a safe fantasy that keeps breaking her heart and a dangerous truth that offers no escape once it begins.
Because the brother who looks at her like that?
He doesn't believe in halfway love.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
9.0
The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."
A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?
Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life.
7.8
She once called him her husband.
Now, she calls him a devil.
After catching her husband in his ex's house one too many times, she walked away,pregnant, broken, and done.
Four years later, fate laughs when she runs into him again, more powerful, colder, and dangerously obsessed.
He wants her back, but not for love. For revenge. For reasons buried beneath his arrogance and her silence.
But as she fights the pull between hate and desire, she learns something terrifying
The devil she runs into might not be the same man she divorced.
He's darker, hungrier... and this time, he's not letting her go.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.