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 6
Ronda closed her eyes. Tears fell down her cheeks. "But I have one condition. I want to see him one last time, as I have something to return to him in person."
Richard hesitated for a moment before dialing Greg's number.
Half an hour later, Greg arrived.
He seemed to have just come from a celebration banquet, carrying a faint scent of alcohol and perfume, which Rose often used.
"So? Have you thought it through?" Greg loosened his tie as he sat on the sofa. He cast a disdainful glance at Ronda. "It would have been better if you had done this earlier, instead of making things ugly for everyone."
Ronda propped herself up with her left hand with difficultly and took a small black velvet box from under the pillow.
She had planned to give him the gift for their tenth wedding anniversary.
It was a cufflink she bought with her first surgery bonus. Though it was not expensive, it bore his initials.
She had originally planned to tell him about her pregnancy that day.
Now, everything felt like a cruel joke.
"Greg, how many years have we known each other?" Ronda asked softly.
"Fifteen years." Greg glanced impatiently at his watch. "If you're trying to play the emotional card, save it. I have a strict sense of purity. I won't take back a woman touched by another guy."
A knife seemed to have been plunged into her heart, leaving her numb with pain.
"Fifteen years... So you think I am so dirty?"
She opened the box, took out the cufflink, and rubbed it in her palm. "In these fifteen years, I've protected you from disputes with difficult patients, stayed up late organizing data for you, and given up my dream of advancing my career at the best university for you... Greg, did you ever love me, even for a second?"
Greg looked at her pale face and felt a sudden flash of irritation.
He stood up and looked down at her. "Did I love you? Ronda, don't think too highly of yourself. I married you because my grandpa liked you and because you were obedient and useful. But that doesn't mean you can hurt Rose recklessly or betray me."
"Betray you..." Ronda let out a sad laugh. It grew louder until it turned into a violent cough.
She suddenly raised her hand and hurled the cufflink at Greg's face.
The cufflink hit his forehead, leaving a red mark.
Then it fell to the floor and rolled into a corner.
"Greg, you're the real idiot for not seeing the truth." Ronda's eyes reddened as she pointed at the door. "Take your agreements and get out. Even if I end up in hell, I don't want any ties with you anymore."
Greg touched his forehead. There was blood on his finger. His expression turned utterly dark.
"Fine." He laughed out of anger. Then he took out a pen from his pocket and slammed it on the table. "Ronda, this is the path you chose. From now on, in Cyburris and in the medical world, you don't expect to find opportunities."
Ronda's left hand trembled as she picked up the pen.
Writing with her left hand was difficult. The words were crooked, as if she were drawing symbols.
But she pressed hard. The pen tore the paper and sliced through the fifteen years of time and absurdity.
With the final stroke, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
"Take them." She turned her head away and refused to look at him.
Greg stared at the glaring signatures. But he didn't feel as pleased as he had anticipated. Instead, panic and emptiness rose within him.
Something important seemed to be stripped away from his life.
He frowned and suppressed the odd feeling.
"You brought this on yourself." He coldly tossed the words, picked up the agreements, and left.
At the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
On the hospital bed, the woman who once followed him everywhere, whose eyes were always filled with him, now looked like a broken doll, lifeless.
"When your hand... Forget it." Greg hesitated and ultimately steeled himself and walked away.
He had intended to say that once her hand healed, he might arrange a back-office job for her if she admitted her mistakes.
But he hadn't thought that once her heart died, she would never come back again.
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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.