
My Ex-husband Regretted it After I Left Him
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After donating bone marrow for my husband, Jake Hayes, I stumbled upon a viral video when I was at the hospital.
"I entered the game, staking myself, all for the sake of making her willingly donate marrow for the one I love. In order for you to survive, I had to sacrifice my own love. Goodbye, my beloved."
The guy in the video had deep-set eyes and gently kissed the lips of a woman sleeping beside him. His actions were restrained yet full of affection.
In the comments, a lot of people lamented.
"Finally, a bittersweet ending where he can grow old with his love."
"But the poor woman who donated the bone marrow probably remains unaware of the truth."
I stared at the face I had been close to for months, feeling a dull ache in my side from the puncture.
I went through the discharge procedures myself.
I said goodbye to everyone at the orphanage.
But after I completely vanished from Jake's world, he was determined to find me, even if it meant searching high and low.
My Ex-husband Regretted it After I Left Him Chapter 1
After donating bone marrow for my husband, Jake Hayes, I stumbled upon a viral video when I was at the hospital. "I entered the game, staking myself, all for the sake of making her willingly donate marrow for the one I love. In order for you to survive, I had to sacrifice my own love. Goodbye, my beloved."
The guy in the video had deep-set eyes and gently kissed the lips of a woman sleeping beside him. His actions were restrained yet full of affection.
In the comments, a lot of people lamented.
"Finally, a bittersweet ending where he can grow old with his love."
"But the poor woman who donated the bone marrow probably remains unaware of the truth."
I stared at the face I had been close to for months, feeling a dull ache in my side from the puncture.
I went through the discharge procedures myself.
I said goodbye to everyone at the orphanage.
But after I completely vanished from Jake's world, he was determined to find me, even if it meant searching high and low.
...
Just as I received the discharge papers from the front desk, a familiar voice called from behind me. "Molly? Didn't you just have surgery? What are you doing here?"
It was Jake.
I was panicked and hid the documents behind my back. I tried to maintain composure, but my mind went blank. I couldn't find a suitable excuse at that moment.
Jake seemed to sense something and said in a normal tone before I spoke, "The doctor said bone marrow transplant surgery is risky and requires lengthy preparation. I won't be able to undergo it for a few days."
I quickly realized that he hadn't known I had watched that video.
He didn't know I was already aware of the truth.
"Okay." I didn't expose him.
"Oh, by the way," he asked, "why aren't you resting in the hospital room? Where are you going?"
"There is an urgent matter in the orphanage." I didn't want to say more.
Jake frowned and said, "You're hospitalized. Why are they still bothering you?"
I found it amusing.
Wasn't I hospitalized because he gave my bone marrow to another woman?
Why did he bother pretending to care about me now?
I recalled how I first met Jake at the hospital's billing desk.
The director of the orphanage had a sudden medical emergency. After sending her to the operating room, I rushed to pay the medical fees when I accidentally bumped into someone in line.
I apologized while picking up the scattered documents.
Jake remained silent. He looked cold as he retrieved his papers without glancing at me.
I thought that minor incident would end there.
But half a month later, Jake unexpectedly contacted me and began pursuing me.
Eventually, we naturally ended up together, leading to today.
Now I finally understood why he suddenly changed his attitude.
He was always searching for suitable bone marrow for Freda.
After discovering I was a match, he deliberately approached me.
Jake meticulously planned and executed every step to take my bone marrow for Freda Natt.
Jake married me, built a relationship with me, and feigned bone cancer to trick me into donating… I remembered all this and felt absurd.
He never loved me. In our ten years together, everything he did and every bit of affection was for Freda.
My heart felt heavy with sadness. I couldn't even breathe.
Since his goal was achieved, the end of our relationship must be near.
He seemed to sense my distance and appeared lost.
When he saw my gaze fall on the handbag in his hand, he awkwardly pulled it back. "A friend of mine is hospitalized, and I'm helping her bring some clothes."
I had seen that handbag in Freda's social media posts.
But, never mind.
I had learned that he didn't love me, so there was no point in clinging on.
The thought of leaving grew increasingly clear in my mind.
"Alright," I responded indifferently.
Jake naturally took the items from my hand. "Let's go. I'll give you a ride."
I was stunned. "What about your friend?"
"It's fine."
No matter how I protested, he remained firm in his decision.
I had no choice but to get into the car.
Wedged in the gap of the passenger seat was a lipstick. It was Freda's.
Although I was prepared, my mind went black momentarily when I saw the lipstick.
Jake didn't notice my unease and merely adjusted the air conditioning.
He knew I was prone to feeling cold easily.
To accommodate my motion sickness, he drove smoothly.
Watching his profile, I suddenly said, "Jake."
"Yes?"
"This is it for us..."
Before I could finish, his phone rang.
Jake freed a hand to answer it.
The voice on the other end of the line was sweet and soft. It was presumably Freda.
I considerately turned to look out of the window.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his gentle expression as he talked to Freda on the phone.
Actually, Jake's acting wasn't very convincing.
Such scenarios had occurred multiple times.
He always failed to hide his concern and affection for another woman.
Yet Jake's presence conveniently filled the void of family warmth within me.
I was afraid to lose the fragile, home-like warmth I found with him.
So even when I sensed something was wrong, I restrained myself from overthinking.
As long as I didn't dwell on it, nothing seemed amiss.
But I never imagined my self-deception would ultimately cost me so dearly.
After hanging up, he asked me, "Molly, what were you going to say just now?"
"Nothing." I shook my head.
Jake nodded and gave an apologetic expression. "My friend suddenly has an issue. I might not be able to drive you there."
"It's okay." I unbuckled the seatbelt and said, "Just pull over."
Despite his conflicted expression, his actions were decisive.
After handing me my items, he drove away without hesitation.
Watching the car disappear into the distance, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
"Jake, I'm leaving you," I said in my mind.
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My Ex-husband Regretted it After I Left Him of Contents
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Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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Tradition mandates he marry a woman of noble birth, and that is not her.
She knows this is for the best, until she becomes his mistress, and things start to change. As she falls for her best friend, she must reconcile a deadly secret she has been keeping from him for years, that could change everything.
Onyx has sacrificed everything to become Alpha. So, not marrying for love shouldn't be such an issue.
His entire life he has denied his feelings for his best friend, until he is forced to take her as his mistress to grant her protection.
With threats growing against them, and when his prospective wife candidates start showing up murdered, he make some difficult decisions.
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8.3
I was the long-lost Donovan heiress, finally brought home after a childhood in foster care. My parents adored me, my husband cherished me, and the woman who tried to ruin my life, Kiera Reese, was locked away in a mental facility. I was safe. I was loved.
On my birthday, I decided to surprise my husband, Ivan, at his office. But he wasn't there.
I found him at a private art gallery across town. He was with Kiera.
She wasn't in a facility. She was radiant, laughing as she stood beside my husband and their five-year-old son. I watched through the glass as Ivan kissed her, a familiar, loving gesture he’d used with me just that morning.
I crept closer and overheard them. My birthday wish to go to the amusement park had been denied because he’d already promised the entire park to their son—whose birthday was the same day as mine.
"She’s so grateful to have a family, she’d believe anything we tell her," Ivan said, his voice laced with a cruelty that stole my breath. "It's almost sad."
My entire reality—my loving parents who funded this secret life, my devoted husband—was a five-year lie. I was just the fool they kept on stage.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ivan, sent while he stood with his real family.
"Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you."
The casual lie was the final blow. They thought I was a pathetic, grateful orphan they could control.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were.

8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.











