My Husband Made Me Apologize To His Mistress

At the Lee family dinner, I showed up in a dress identical to that of Archie's beloved, Giselle Thompson. His expression turned icy, and he shot me a cold glance before ordering the dress to be destroyed immediately. “Madeline, can’t you exercise a little common sense? Giselle might brush this off, but I won't let you embarrass her like this.” As the flames consumed the fabric, the heat was searing and immediate, sending waves of agony through my legs. I fainted from the pain, only to later awaken, weakly pleading for him to spare me. Archie didn’t even glance my way. Instead, he joined Giselle, who was calmly slicing into the spiced honey cake. Days passed before he thought of me again. “As long as you behave and don’t trouble Giselle, you can still be Mrs. Lee,” he said.

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That evening, Archie handed me a necklace. "Come with me to the party tonight, and don't cause any trouble."

The delicate chain held a small stone, so understated it felt almost shabby.

It was from Giselle’s favorite brand.

"Archie, I don't want to go. My leg hasn’t healed yet."

He scoffed, as if he hadn’t heard me at all, and said coldly, "Stop being difficult. Go get changed."

Seeing me still seated, Archie frowned, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me to my feet, ignoring the pain it caused me.

In the car, I huddled in the seat, enduring wave after wave of pain, while he just stared out the window, his face as impassive as ever.

The party was to celebrate Giselle’s successful art exhibit.

Inside the grand room, she wore an elegant Victorian-style dress, the center of everyone’s attention.

Archie nudged me, speaking icily, "Make sure you apologize to Giselle later. Don’t upset her again."

Apologize? Had I not already humbled myself enough?

I glanced at the simple necklace around my neck, then at Giselle, who wore an extravagant necklace from the same brand, sparkling in the lights.

Just then, she walked over to us, gently linking arms with Archie, smiling, "Thank you for the necklace. I really love it."

Her gaze flickered to my trembling legs, and she paused, covering her mouth as she spoke softly, "Oh dear, what happened to your leg? A girl's health is important, Archie, you shouldn't be so careless."

Archie patted her hand, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Giselle, you're so thoughtful, always caring about others."

I couldn’t hold back any longer and sneered, "Is it amusing for you both to flirt right in front of me?"

Giselle’s brow furrowed slightly, and she looked at Archie with a hint of helplessness.

Archie's face darkened immediately, and he muttered, "Madeline, do you even understand boundaries? Giselle’s been nothing but kind, and you? You're always overthinking everything. Giselle isn't as calculating as you."

Before I could respond, he shoved me hard.

With my legs weakened by pain, I lost my balance and fell to the floor.

Curious eyes turned toward me, whispers buzzed through the air.

Archie didn’t pause even for a moment. Instead, he guided Giselle away, softly reassuring her, "Ignore her, let's go."

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I stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, a crystal flute of champagne in my hand and a smile plastered on my face that felt increasingly brittle as the evening wore on. The Plaza Hotel glittered around us—chandeliers casting golden light across the sea of Manhattan's elite who had gathered to celebrate our engagement. My Marchesa gown, with its intricate beadwork and fitted bodice, had cost more than my first car, but the weight of it felt nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest. "Savannah, darling!" Mrs. Whitmore, the wife of one of Alex's investors, approached with her usual air of polished curiosity. "You must be absolutely thrilled. The ring is simply magnificent." Her eyes flickered to the five-carat diamond on my finger, appraising its worth rather than its meaning. "Thank you," I replied, the words automatic after three hours of similar exchanges. "Alex has impeccable taste." "And the wedding plans? I hear you've secured the Hamptons estate.

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7.4

Falling for the Starlet

7.4

"You're shaking?" Lucy's breath caught as Caleb's deep voice wrapped around her. "I-I'm sorry, sir... this isn't right" she whispered, not daring to look up. "You don't have anything to worry about," he murmured, stepping closer. "I will protect you, just be obedient." --- Lucy never expected crying outside a locked audition room to change her life. But when the cold, untouchable CEO of Sinclair Studios secretly gave her a chance, she found herself on screen and in his sights. The more Lucy rises in the industry, the more Caleb seems to appear, watching, guiding... claiming. But Caleb isn't single. His girlfriend, Theresa, is an A-list actress who won't let some rookie take her place... not on screen, and definitely not in Caleb's heart. When passion turns possessive and the cameras keep rolling, Lucy must choose: keep her head down and protect her career, or fall for the man who could destroy everything she's built.

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7.9

Give Up Loving Him and Start Over

7.9

When the elevator chimed, I heard his voice—light, cheerful—and another one beside it: Julian Croft, his wealthy friend. Their laughter floated down the hall, careless and bright, slicing through the early stillness. Through the glass, I watched Julian patting Mark’s shoulder. “Let’s see if your unpaid maid strikes again,” he said with a smirk. And Mark laughed—casual, careless. My throat closed, the air catching somewhere deep in my chest. For a moment, I couldn’t even hear them anymore—just the echo of that phrase ricocheting in my head. Unpaid maid. That was what I was to him. Not the person who stayed until 2 a.m. perfecting his slides. Not the one who memorized his coffee order, his favorite pen, the subtle shift in his tone when he was tired. Just a convenient fixture in his world—useful, invisible. The blood roared in my ears.

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8.3

He Sold His Blindfolded Mistress To The Highest Bidder

8.3

I rose on trembling toes, extending my arms in a graceful arc that belied the humiliation burning through my veins. The spotlight followed my movements across the raised platform, harsh and unforgiving against my skin. The ballet costume Alexander had selected clung to my body—ornate with crystals and feathers, yet cut to reveal more than it concealed. "Higher, Sarah," Alexander's voice cut through the murmurs of his guests. "Show them what a broken bird looks like when it tries to fly." Laughter rippled through the penthouse. I kept my eyes fixed on a point above their heads, refusing to meet their gazes as I executed the next series of pirouettes. The marble beneath my bare feet was cold, but not as cold as the emptiness that had settled in my chest over these three years. From the corner of my eye, I could see him—Alexander Blackwood, the man I had once pulled from flames, now watching my degradation from his black leather chair. His face was impassive, one hand wrapped around a crystal tumbler of scotch, the other resting possessively on Victoria Sterling's thigh. She sat perched beside him like a venomous bird, her crimson lips curved in satisfaction.

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9.1

His Mistress Tried to Kill Me

9.1

The roar of jet engines died as our plane touched down at JFK. I gazed out the window at the familiar skyline of New York City, my fingers instinctively reaching for the wedding ring on my left hand—a habit that had become my anchor in uncertain moments. "Are you ready?" Ronan's voice was soft beside me, his hand warm as it covered mine. I nodded, though my heart hammered against my ribs. "As ready as I'll ever be." Two years ago, I'd fled this city a broken woman. Now I was returning as someone else entirely—Gabriella Mitchell, wife of Ronan Mitchell, mother to our two-year-old son Felix. The haute couture Valentino suit I wore was armor of my own choosing, nothing like the designer dresses Greyson once selected for me. "Mommy, where are we?" Felix's innocent voice pulled me from my thoughts as he pressed his face against the window. "We're in New York, sweetheart," I explained, smoothing his dark curls. "We're here to say goodbye to Grandpa." Felix's eyes—so like Ronan's—widened with confusion.

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9.0

I Lost Our Child the Day He Chose Her

9.0

On the third day after my husband lost his memory, I asked him for a divorce. He agreed without hesitation. His amnesia meant he'd forgotten me, but somehow he remembered the woman he was obsessed with, who’d just finalized her own divorce. By asking for a divorce, I was inadvertently paving the way for their union. A month later, he showed up at my door with hospital records in hand. "We have a kid together," he said. I nodded. "Yes, we do." His eyes turned red. "Where's the kid?" I couldn't help but laugh. "I've already let go of you, so why would I keep the child?

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