My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

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Chapter 5

The tension on the balcony was thick enough to choke on. The bass from the club below thumped against the glass walls, a rhythmic heartbeat to the standoff.

Brandon Maxwell leaned against the railing, swirling his drink. He smirked, his eyes darting between Alexander and Evelyn. Trouble in paradise, Alex? I didn't think the mute wife had it in her to go rogue.

Alexander ignored him. His gaze was locked on Evelyn. Why are you doing this? Is this about the anniversary? I told you, Scarlett-

Alex?

The voice was soft, breathless, and laced with a practiced fragility.

Alexander stiffened. He turned around.

Scarlett Sharp stood at the entrance of the balcony. She was wearing a white dress, modest and high-necked, a stark contrast to Evelyn's emerald provocation. She clutched her chest slightly, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears.

Scarlett? Alexander's voice softened instantly. What are you doing here? You should be in bed.

Scarlett took a shaky step forward. I... I saw your location on the shared family app. I was worried. You seemed so stressed when you left the hospital earlier.

She looked at Evelyn. Her eyes flicked over the dress, the champagne, the hosts who were lingering nearby. A flash of pure, cold envy passed through her gaze, gone so quickly only Evelyn saw it.

Oh, Evelyn, Scarlett breathed, sounding heartbroken. How can you do this? Look at you... drinking, partying. You're embarrassing the family. After everything Alex has done for you.

Evelyn set her glass down. The sound of glass on marble was sharp.

The tracker dog arrives, Evelyn said. Her voice was dry, cutting through Scarlett's performance.

Scarlett gasped, taking a step back as if physically struck. She grabbed Alexander's arm for support. Alex... she's so cruel.

Alexander stepped between them, shielding Scarlett with his body. He glared at Evelyn. Watch your mouth, Evelyn. She is sick. She came here out of concern.

Evelyn laughed. It was a cold, humorless sound. Concern? She came here to mark her territory. Protecting your mistress already, Alexander? The ink isn't even dry on the divorce papers.

Alexander's jaw tightened. She is not my mistress. She is-

Your first love. Your priority. Your obsession, Evelyn finished for him. We know the script, Alex. It's boring.

Brandon chimed in, laughing. Come on, Evelyn. You know you don't belong here. Look at you, trying to play the femme fatale. You're a community college dropout. You wouldn't know high society if it hit you in the face. Go back to your art history books.

Evelyn shifted her gaze to Brandon. Her eyes were laser-focused.

And you, Brandon, are a trust fund baby who failed the bar exam twice, she said calmly. And I believe your father is currently investigating that 'misplacement' of funds from the Maxwell charity account.

Brandon's smirk vanished. His face turned a blotchy red. You little-

He took a step forward.

Scarlett let out a small, pained whimper. Alex... my heart... it's beating so fast.

Alexander's attention snapped back to Scarlett immediately. He turned his back on Evelyn. Deep breaths, Scarlett. I've got you.

He looked over his shoulder at Evelyn, his expression filled with disgust. You're causing a scene. You're hurting her. Are you happy now?

Evelyn stood up. She picked up her clutch.

She looked at Alexander, really looked at him. She saw the panic in his eyes for Scarlett. She saw the complete lack of regard for her.

She's hurting herself for attention, Alex. But you're too blind to see it. Fine. Ruin my night. I'm leaving.

She signaled to Sophie. Let's go.

Evelyn walked past Alexander. The space on the balcony was tight. As she squeezed past him, the hem of her silk dress brushed against his leg.

A scent wafted up from her skin.

It wasn't the floral, powdery perfume she used to wear-the one his mother had bought for her.

It was Santal, Jasmine, and a hint of woodsmoke.

Alexander froze.

The smell hit him like a physical blow. It triggered a memory-darkness, cold stone, the smell of damp earth. It was a comforting scent, one that he associated with safety in the midst of terror.

Strange, he thought. Why does she smell like... that?

For a split second, his mind tried to make a connection. But then Scarlett squeezed his hand, pulling him back to the present. Scarlett was the one who saved him. Scarlett was the one who had been there. Evelyn was just... Evelyn.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought as a trick of the alcohol and the heavy atmosphere.

Take me home, Alex, Scarlett whimpered. Please.

Alexander led her out.

Outside, the air was cold. As Evelyn stepped onto the sidewalk, a wall of white light blinded her.

Flash. Flash. Flash.

Paparazzi.

Mrs. Vance! Is it true you're divorcing?

Mrs. Vance! Who is the man in the photo?

Scarlett had tipped them off. Evelyn knew it.

Evelyn put on her sunglasses, despite the darkness. She turned to the cameras. She didn't hide. She didn't cower.

She smiled. A cold, mysterious smile.

No comment, she said.

She slipped into a yellow taxi, leaving the chaos, the flashing lights, and her husband behind.

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My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark. He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity. They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund. It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation. When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring. "I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this." In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger. That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life. Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand. How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly? Why did they have to tear my entire life apart? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago. But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort. It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street. Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

My Heart's Headed for the Lonely Shore

9.2

The typhoon hurled Mariah through the window, leaving her with multiple fractures. Drifting in and out of consciousness, she overheard her husband Joseph speaking with his friend, a military doctor. Every word came through with cruel clarity: “Compound fracture in the right leg, a puncture wound to the shoulder, and all ten fingernails torn clean off… Joseph, your wife’s injuries are severe. You were right there in the dormitory—why didn’t you go to her?” “I had to retrieve Piper’s photograph first. It’s the only picture I have with her. I couldn’t let it be lost.” The doctor sighed. “You really do care for Piper that much. Think back—when the Mariah family’s two sisters had only one provincial job assignment between them, if Mariah had kept her city broadcasting position, Piper would have been sent to a provincial theater troupe. You married Mariah just to secure Piper’s placement in the provincial capital, then you maneuvered your wife out to this remote island. Does Piper even know what you’ve sacrificed for her?” “She doesn’t need to know. I only want to protect her, quietly.” The truth struck without warning. All her confusion and helplessness suddenly made sense. Mariah’s eyelashes fluttered. Bile burned her throat. The two men in the ward noticed nothing. Today was Joseph’s birthday. She had taken half a day off, hurrying back to their dorm to bake for him. Joseph was a soldier. After their marriage, Mariah had given up her position as a provincial broadcaster to follow him to this island in the South Sea. A full year of marriage, yet a distance always lingered between them. Beyond their occasional physical encounters, she and Joseph remained practically strangers. Mariah had felt wronged, but everyone—her parents, Joseph’s comrades—insisted he was simply reserved by nature, a cold man. She had believed them. She had resolved to melt that ice with her own warmth. So even after the weather station warned of the approaching typhoon, she had braved the rain to return. All because Joseph loved her homemade pound cake. But the typhoon intensified without warning. The wind snatched her through the window, and she caught on a tree branch ten feet above the ground. “Help! Is anyone there?” Her fingers clawed into the bark until her nails bled. That was when she saw Joseph running toward the dorm through the lashing storm. “Joseph! I’m here! Help me!” Joseph stopped and looked in her direction. A flicker of hope ignited in Mariah’s eyes. “Joseph…” But he only gave her a cold glance before rushing into the dorm building without a second thought. Mariah watched her husband vanish inside, then saw him appear in their room, frantically searching for something. She cried out again. “Joseph! Help me!” Joseph frowned impatiently and snapped toward the window, “Shut up! Stop making noise—hanging there a little longer won’t kill you!” Mariah stared, unable to believe what she had heard. Inside, Joseph ignored her distress. He kicked aside fallen furniture and pulled a photograph from a bedroom drawer. Tenderly, he tucked it into his chest pocket as if it were a priceless treasure. A soft *crack*. One of her fingernails snapped. The pain shot straight to her heart, nearly blinding her. Her grip failed, and she fell from the ten-foot branch. A sickening *crunch*. Something pierced her shoulder. The air smelled of blood. Mariah lay sprawled in the mud like a broken doll. By the time rescue arrived, Mariah kept her eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness. But her mind was painfully clear. She knew it wasn’t Joseph who had saved her—it was the search and rescue team. Now, lying in the hospital bed, she pressed her lips together tightly, her whole body trembling. So, in your heart… I am worth less than a single photograph of Piper… The two men in the ward still noticed nothing. “Joseph, Mariah treats you well. Are you starting to feel something for her?” The doctor’s question made Mariah hold her breath. A fragile hope stirred. But Joseph’s next words plunged her into an icy abyss. “…Don’t talk nonsense. What I feel for her is merely obligation.” “I married her, so I’ll take responsibility. But my heart will always belong to Piper.” The sentence was pronounced. Mariah could no longer lie to herself. It had all been a lie. He had never loved her. Mariah remembered what the commander had said a few days earlier: the South Sea No. 37 Lighthouse needed a new keeper. She clenched her fists. Perhaps it was time to leave. To go somewhere Joseph would never find her.

Action Modern Romance

7.6

Revenge Was Her Final Vow

7.6

Synopsis: Diana, a twenty-nine year old brilliant young lady and a successful fashion designer. She was grateful she had been able to achieve everything she had without any support. But there was a void inside of her. She wanted to get married. She couldn't bear the fact of entering into the big chapter thirty without a life partner. She met David at a business conference meeting. He asked for her number. She hesitated thinking he wasn't going to stay like the others. She decided to give him a chance and went on a first date with him only to realise that he was serious and wanted to marry her. What Diana didn't know was that David was pretending all along. He was never interested in her as a person. During a public awards ceremony, David brings Eleanor, a celebrity who is his new business partner, onto the stage. He dedicates his award to her, claiming she was the "sole inspiration" for his success. Later that night, he tells Diana that he has already signed the divorce papers. His cold dismissal shatters her, but in the aftermath, a clear-headed determination sets in.

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Rising From Exile: The Widow's Comeback

9.1

The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery. They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth. Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow. Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world. "We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground." But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open.

Action Modern Romance Sci-Fi

8.7

Ruin Me, Gently

8.7

Isabelle couldn't stop drinking as the music pounded through the club. She was trying to drown out the image of her best friend, Aurora, who was pregnant with her fiancé's child, on what should have been Isabelle's engagement night. But fate had other plans. When an employee calls in sick, Isabelle volunteers to fill in, unaware she is about to walk straight into the arms of Don Miller-the club's most powerful and dangerous client. He was ruthless, commanding, and known for treating women as playthings. Don doesn't believe in love... until Isabelle. One glance, one reckless touch, and something shifts. She stirs a hunger in him he thought he'd buried forever. And when he learns what broke her, Don makes Isabelle an indecent offer: He promises to mend her shattered heart and destroy everyone who betrayed her-if she surrenders to him completely. Two broken souls. One dark deal. Isabelle is about to learn that submission might just be the sweetest form of revenge. What begins as a dangerous bargain soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more intoxicating than either expected. Maybe love isn't always gentle. Sometimes it's an obsession. Sometimes it's surrender. And sometimes... it's the most exquisite kind of ruin.

Action Mafia Romance

8.4

Tempted By My Father's Best Friend

8.4

Running from her father's rejection, Isabella arrives in London determined to start over, only to walk straight into temptation and danger. Her obsessive ex is waiting at the airport. And the stranger from her one reckless, unforgettable night in New York is now her new billionaire boss. ************* "Hello, Isabella." Mateo Rossi's voice is low, smooth, and dangerously familiar, sending heat curling through her before she can stop it. She freezes. He leans back, eyes dark and unreadable, lingering on her just a little too long. "I never knew Nathan had a daughter like you," he says softly. "All grown up." Relief floods her. He doesn't recognize her. Not the girl from that night. Not the one who lost control in his arms. Or he does, and he is choosing to pretend. Because Mateo watches her like she belongs to him. He tests her, corners her, pushes her past every limit she thought she had. Doors close. Tempers snap. Boundaries blur. And Isabella realizes something far more dangerous than her past catching up to her. London was never her escape. It is his world. And this time, Mateo Rossi has no intention of letting her walk away.

Action Billionaire Modern

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