My Husband Married His Mistress After Twenty-Five Years

On their 25th anniversary, Cohen Snyder presented a ring to his wife, Lea Wagner. "All these years together, does it really matter if we have a marriage certificate?" he remarked nonchalantly. Lea glanced at her hand, missing half a ring finger, and suggested they split up. Without hesitation, Cohen invited his mistress to move in. That same evening, their son, Madden Snyder, posted a family photo on Instagram with the caption, "Full moon and family gathering on Thanksgiving. One big happy family." Despite being part of this family for 25 years, Lea realized she had always been an outsider. As she prepared to leave for a volunteer mission in Africa, Cohen was filled with regret. Under the dim light, a dazzling diamond ring lay in a red velvet box, its cold glint stark and uninviting. Cohen handed the box to Lea, his voice impatient. "Put it on.

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Under the dim light, a dazzling diamond ring lay in a red velvet box, its cold glint stark and uninviting. Cohen handed the box to Lea, his voice impatient. "Put it on. My assistant, I mean, Eva, checked out several stores to find this."

Lea looked at him blankly and shook her head. "It doesn't fit."

Cohen paused, chuckling awkwardly. "Oh, right… I forgot."

Indeed, he had forgotten. Thirty years ago, during a car accident, Lea had used her own body to shield Cohen, leaving him unscathed. In doing so, she lost her ring finger, and with it, her dream of becoming a surgeon. When Cohen woke up, he clung to her, tears streaming down his face, repeatedly muttering, "I'm sorry." He vowed to take care of her forever, promising eternal devotion. But those youthful promises had faded with time.

She tossed the ring box back at him, her voice icy. "This ring would suit Eva better."

Cohen's face darkened. "Lea, don't be unreasonable! I just forgot. Besides, does it have to be the ring finger?"

"Can't it go on another finger?" he demanded. "Or are you still mad about us not getting the marriage certificate?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Lea met his gaze steadily. "Cohen, today is our anniversary, and this is how you treat me?"

"Anniversary? We've been together so long. What's the point of celebrating anniversaries anymore? With or without that certificate, it’s all the same, isn't it?" Cohen waved dismissively, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Fine, fine, I can't win with you. Be angry if you want."

"I'm not coming home for dinner tomorrow. If you bring me lunch, make sure to include some pulled pork."

Lea looked at him, surprised. "I won't."

"Why not?" Cohen furrowed his brows. "Eva… I mean, I've just developed a taste for pulled pork recently."

A cold smile played on Lea's lips as the truth hit her. Cohen, who never cared much for fancy foods, suddenly became picky when Eva returned as his assistant, ordering food that clearly wasn't for him.

"You’re allergic to pork, remember? Or are you conveniently forgetting now?" she asked, feigning amusement.

Cohen's expression faltered. "I'm allergic? That's news to me! Just make it."

Lea didn't respond, merely offering a cool smile.

Seeing her relent, Cohen's tone softened, tinged with appeasement. "You're the best, darling. Your cooking is top-notch. I've only ever enjoyed your meals all these years."

"In that case, eat as much as you like," she replied meaningfully.

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The music in the ballroom was too loud. The champagne was too dry. I just wanted to take off my heels and go home. My feet throbbed badly. I had spent six hours in the dance studio that morning. I stood near a melting ice sculpture, trying to hide in the shadows. That’s when Marcus Hale found me. He was an entertainment executive with too much cologne and a reputation for wandering hands. He boxed me in against the cocktail table. “Waverly,” he purred.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Farewell to Five Years Love

8.8

In the fifth year of being with Nicolas Reed, I planned a surprise for him. I had arranged to meet my best friend, Violet, at a café to discuss proposing to him. But then, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "I've been single for so many years, and I finally met someone on my first blind date that I really like." I turned to see the back of the man, still wearing the shirt I had ironed for him that morning before he left. In that moment, I laughed at myself, feeling utterly desolate inside. Yet, after I decided to leave him, he seemed desperate to find me. When Nicolas came back with a honey-spice cake, I was sitting on the couch, lost in thought. He placed the cake on the coffee table and, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, gently asked, "Lilah, what’s on your mind?" I tried hard to suppress the emotions threatening to overflow. "Weren’t you working late today?" Nicolas paused for a few seconds, his voice steady. "I left early to get this for you.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.9

I Walked Into the Wrong Room and Married the Right Man

7.9

She went to the wrong room to seduce a lawyer. She got something far more dangerous instead. Skylar Love was a fallen star — disgraced actress, broke, stripped of her daughter by an ex-husband who'd weaponized her postpartum depression into a courtroom masterpiece. Her plan was desperate and simple: seduce the attorney who could save Lily, trade her body for her future. Instead, she stumbled into the dark hotel room of a stranger with iron hands and a mouth that made her forget every word she'd rehearsed. By morning, her custody battle was over. Her daughter was being taken at two p.m. And the man from Room 1214 had just walked through a wall of shattered glass into her ex-husband's law firm — holding her lost earring like a key, tearing the court order to confetti, and sliding a ten-carat pink diamond onto her finger before she could breathe. Julian Thorne. Billionaire. CEO. A man with files, leverage, and a violence so controlled it barely raised his pulse. He needed a wife to claim a fifty-billion-dollar family trust. She needed protection, money, and her daughter back. Clean transaction. One year. No feelings. Except he already knew who she was before she knocked on that door. And her ex-husband's parting words have just detonated everything she thought she was fighting for. Whose daughter is Lily, really — and what does Julian Thorne actually want?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Jilted Heiress: Her Billion-Dollar Payback

9.7

My fiancé, Drew, had a crippling germ phobia. Our wedding was a merger in disguise-a deal where my fortune would save his family's failing company. But at the altar, in front of the world, he left me for his intern. He declared he was choosing "love over money," painting me as the cold-hearted villain who tried to buy a husband. He wasn't done. He staged a suicide attempt from my office building, live-streaming to the world how my "cruelty" had pushed him to the edge. Then, he and his new love came to my office with their final demand: twenty percent of my company and my late mother's priceless necklace. "Cassidy is quite fond of it," he sneered. The next day, during the emergency board meeting called to fire me, he called, gloating. "It's checkmate, Jaeda. Just accept that you've lost." I put him on speakerphone for the entire board to hear. "Actually, Drew," I said, as federal agents walked into the room, "I own the entire board."

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

Pregnant: I Vanished After His Infidelity

8.3

The buzz of my phone jolted me awake at 3 AM. I reached for it blindly, expecting a work emergency from one of Ethan's international clients—they often forgot about time zones. Instead, an unknown number glowed on my screen, along with a single grainy image. My sleep-addled brain took a moment to process what I was seeing. Ethan—my husband—holding the arm of a woman outside what appeared to be a medical building. I squinted, pinching the screen to zoom in, my heart beginning to pound against my ribs. The sign partially visible in the background read 'Manhattan Women's Obstetrics.' I glanced at the empty space beside me in our king-sized bed. Ethan had texted earlier saying he was working late again. The third time this week. On our anniversary week.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

9.8

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Billionaire Modern Romance

My Husband Married His Mistress After Twenty-Five Years

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