My Husband Fed His Mistress While I Starved

As I lay on the side of the road, unable to move after the accident, Bruce Wilson turned his back and walked off with Nalani Warren. "I already called an ambulance for her. Let's go celebrate your birthday," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When the ambulance took me to the hospital and the staff needed a family member's signature, I called Bruce repeatedly, but all I got was ringing silence. After my surgery, I stumbled across Nalani's Facebook update: "Bruce is the world's greatest. He surprised me with a trip to Paris for Fashion Week..." The photo attached showed Bruce beaming at the camera, his eyes radiating warmth. I didn't bother confronting him; instead, I calmly switched off my phone and concentrated on my recovery. Soon after I left the hospital, Bruce was desperately trying to track me down. --- On the day I was discharged, Bruce called me for the first time. He flatly ordered, "Raquel, pick us up at the airport.

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As I lay on the side of the road, unable to move after the accident, Bruce Wilson turned his back and walked off with Nalani Warren.

"I already called an ambulance for her. Let's go celebrate your birthday," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

When the ambulance took me to the hospital and the staff needed a family member's signature, I called Bruce repeatedly, but all I got was ringing silence.

After my surgery, I stumbled across Nalani's Facebook update: "Bruce is the world's greatest. He surprised me with a trip to Paris for Fashion Week..."

The photo attached showed Bruce beaming at the camera, his eyes radiating warmth.

I didn't bother confronting him; instead, I calmly switched off my phone and concentrated on my recovery. Soon after I left the hospital, Bruce was desperately trying to track me down.

---

On the day I was discharged, Bruce called me for the first time.

He flatly ordered, "Raquel, pick us up at the airport. Nalani and me."

I glanced at my leg, encased in a cast, and replied in a steady voice, "I can't."

Bruce instantly snapped, "Raquel, cut the excuses. When we got married, you promised..."

I interrupted, irked by his assumptions.

"I'm at the hospital. I physically can't pick you up," I stated plainly.

Bruce paused, his indignation fading as he seemed to remember the accident.

I skipped the explanations and asked coolly if he needed anything else.

Bruce hesitated, "You were hospitalized that long after the accident? I thought it was just a minor thing."

Occupied with packing, I casually replied, "Yeah, but it's all good."

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. Got to pack my stuff." After I ended the call, I didn't waste a moment worrying about Bruce's reaction.

Struggling a bit, I carried my things downstairs, waited a while for a cab, and finally headed home.

Opening the door, I found Bruce softly tending to Nalani's leg, fussing over an invisible injury.

Even with perfect vision, I couldn't spot any wound there.

Nalani turned to me and quickly jumped up, looking awkward.

"Raquel, I just... I just had a little slip. I'll be out in a jiffy, hope you don't mind."

Bruce, noting her standing, shot me a disapproving look and then gently reassured Nalani, "Your foot's scraped and bleeding. I won't be comfortable unless you stay here!"

"You gave your word. Don't change it now, you little rascal."

A shy blush colored Nalani's cheeks, but she anxiously said, "But Raquel's hurt too. Bruce, you can't take care of everyone."

Disregarding me, Bruce continued to comfort her, "It's different. She's tough; you're delicate—every little thing matters."

Nalani seemed to be contemplating her choices.

Bruce glared at me, his tone accusatory. "Raquel, you're not going to make a fuss, right? Nalani's hurt and it's just a couple of days."

I kept silent as Nalani seemed poised to pin all blame on me.

But unlike before, when her theatrics made me lose my cool, I was now indifferent.

"Stay as long as you want, I’m unbothered," I replied, casual as ever.

Nalani's eyes briefly registered surprise and dissatisfaction.

She seemed let down that she hadn't stirred a fight between Bruce and me.

What she didn't get was my indifference to Bruce's escapades, and whether she stayed or not made no difference.

This house was once our private haven.

Now, it was simply temporary shelter.

Once my leg healed, I planned to move out.

Ignoring Nalani’s impending confrontation, I walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

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The numbers on my monitor ticked upward in a dizzying blur, a neon-green cascade that should have felt like victory. *Fifteen million dollars.* In one week. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. This was *Aetheria*. My code. My architecture. The culmination of three years of sleepless nights, caffeine overdoses, and missed birthdays. I sat in the cramped, windowless storage closet Maddox graciously called my "home office," listening to the hum of the server cooling fans. That sound was the heartbeat of our future—or so I’d let myself believe. I checked the time.

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7.6

Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison

7.6

Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."

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9.3

Ex wants reconciliation, but I'm already married

9.3

I used to believe love could survive anything. For ten years, Joe Bennett was the center of my world—the boy I loved through college, heartbreak, and every lonely night I spent begging to be chosen. But when my family discovered I wasn’t their biological daughter, everything I thought belonged to me vanished overnight. My parents replaced me with the “real” heir, stripped me of my future, and tried to marry me off to a billionaire old enough to be my grandfather. Desperate, I turned to the man I trusted most. Joe laughed in my face. Then Edward Smith appeared. Cold, powerful, impossibly unreadable, Edward offered me a marriage with no strings attached—just his name, his protection, and a way out. I expected another prison wrapped in luxury. Instead, my quiet husband became the first person who ever made me feel safe. But just when I finally began to heal, Joe came back, claiming he wanted me again. And this time, he wasn’t alone. Betrayal, obsession, family secrets, and revenge collide as I uncover the truth behind the people who once swore they loved me. The cruelest part? The only man I can trust may be the one I never meant to fall for.

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9.1

He Won an Award With My Song then Cast Me Aside

9.1

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Moonlight Music Award for Best Song goes to... Jax Arnold!" I stood in the wings, heart pounding. "Eternal Bond" was *my* song—the one I wrote for our tenth anniversary, pouring my soul into every note while Jax slept. I waited. For him to give credits. For him to call my name. To invite me onto the stage as he promised. I waited for the moment where I finally got to share his glory. "I couldn't have done this without my muse," then I watched Jax pulled Sienna Blake into the spotlight. My blood ran cold. Sienna? The backup singer who couldn't even read sheet music? "Her wild soul inspired every lyric," Jax crooned, kissing her while the cameras flashed. I walked onto the stage. Looking right into his flickering eyes. "You're right, Jax," I said, my voice cutting through the applause as I slipped off my engagement ring. "Sienna is a wild soul. So wild she doesn't know a G-major from a G-string." I threw the diamond at his face. "I'm taking my copyright, my portfolio, and my dignity. Oh, and Jax? Check your email. I just released the original demos. The ones with *my* voice." I left him gaping like a fish and walked straight to Cole Voss—the city’s most ruthless fixer. "I don't just want to sue him," I told Cole, handing over a drive of evidence. "I want to bury him." Cole smiled, terrified and impressed. "Ms. Tate, you're going to need a better lawyer. Luckily, I'm the best."

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7.8

His Mother Offered Me Millions to Leave Him

7.8

The check slid across the table with the same casual precision Victoria used for everything else in her life. Five million dollars, written in ink so black it looked like it might bleed into the ivory paper. The Manhattan penthouse stretched around us, all glass and steel and the kind of silence that costs money to maintain. I watched the check come to rest against the white tablecloth and felt something sharp and familiar unfurl in my chest. "Five million," Victoria said, her voice carrying the crisp authority of old money. "Disappear from my son's life, Ms. Reed. Consider it a fair price for the inconvenience." She didn't touch her water glass. Didn't fidget. Just sat there like she was conducting a board meeting, which I supposed she was.

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8.0

Served Scraps By My Cruel Husband

8.0

I was once the CEO of a pharmaceutical empire, but now I was a ghost in my own kitchen, forced to serve the husband who stole my life. Bolden didn't just take my company and frame me as insane; he sat with his mistress, Kandace, and forced me to eat their table scraps like a dog. They poisoned my father to seize his legacy, gaslit the world into believing I was unstable, and made me scrub floors until my hands were raw and bleeding. Every day was a performance of submission, a calculated risk to protect my infant son, Leo, from their cruelty. They thought my silence was defeat. They believed the drugs had turned me into a hollow shell, unaware that I had been faking taking them for weeks. When they bulldozed my childhood home and desecrated my father' s grave, the last ember of my old life died-and a cold, ruthless resolve took its place. Tonight, I' m not just escaping with my son. I' m taking the evidence of their murders and fraud with me, and I won't stop until their stolen empire burns to ash.

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My Husband Fed His Mistress While I Starved

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