My Husband’s Two-Year Affair with the Office Receptionist

After twelve years of marriage, my millionaire husband fell for the new receptionist at his company. Approaching forty, she wasn’t as attractive as me, nor did she have my figure, yet in just half a year, she had given him immense emotional support. Calvin looked at me, exhaustion written all over his face, and said, "If we divorce, you can have the house and the car. Amaia, just let me go." I lowered my gaze and replied calmly, "Okay." Then, I bought a calendar and circled a date. The countdown to divorce: 30 days. When I handed Calvin the divorce agreement, only 40 minutes had passed since he told me about the affair. As per our arrangement, the house, the car, and custody of Noah would be mine. He would give me a one-time payment of $3 million for compensation and child support. After that, Noah and I would no longer be involved in his life. Calvin was in the middle of a conference call.

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I returned just in time for my dad's birthday. This year, they planned to hold the celebration at a nearby hotel, gathering family and friends for a cozy get-together. The hotel was conveniently located not far from our home, with five tables reserved for our close-knit circle of loved ones.

Many people were curious about Calvin. Thankfully, my son Noah had soccer practice today, so he wouldn’t be attending the party. My parents skillfully sidestepped any direct questions about Calvin until, just before the meal began, my dad stepped up to say a few words. It was then that Calvin arrived.

He was immaculately dressed in a suit, carrying several gift bags and a large card emblazoned with "Happy Birthday." Relatives and friends greeted him warmly. He waited for my dad to finish speaking, then approached him with the card in hand.

“Happy Birthday, Ray,” Calvin said, extending the card.

My dad gave it a quick glance and replied, “Thank you, Calvin, but you shouldn't have gone to the trouble. After all, you and Amaia are now divorcing, and I wouldn't want you to feel obligated.”

Calvin's expression faltered, a ripple of surprise passing through the crowd before they fell into silence. He replied quietly, “We’re still finalizing things…”

My dad shook his head, "Makes no difference."

With that, he turned to invite everyone to eat and drink. Calvin stood there momentarily, gripping the gift bags tightly. My mom gracefully returned the rest of his gifts. Without lingering, Calvin left.

After he was gone, the guests silently agreed to avoid mentioning him again; no more questions about Calvin. It was a relief.

My emotions were gradually steadying, and I was coming to terms with the changes. I had shed the title of Mrs. Kelly and was back to being Amaia Kelly. Even the property staff and concierge at the office somehow got wind of the news—they stopped calling me Mrs. Kelly and returned to addressing me as Miss Kelly.

I quickly dove into my plans to open a coffee shop. Conveniently, a space was available for lease and I was pleased with the location and layout, so I signed the lease on the spot. The current staff would remain, allowing the business to keep running, but I wanted to spend some time refining the menu and flavors. I also planned to update the signage and furniture, starting with a soft opening.

After a day spent finalizing plans at the shop, I was preparing to head home. I glanced at the calendar on my dashboard. Fifteen days until the divorce was final.

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My husband, Deegan, plunged a needle into my heavily pregnant belly. He said it was a mild sedative to "slow things down." The truth was a brutal betrayal. His brother's widow, Karmen, was also due, and her son had to be born first to secure the family inheritance. He was sacrificing our child for money. He locked me in a panic room, leaving me to suffer through agonizing contractions alone. His sister found me, not to help, but to kick me and let her venomous snake sink its fangs into my arm. As I lay bleeding out, my baby dying inside me, he had all the life-saving medical equipment moved to Karmen's private clinic, leaving me with nothing. He called me a manipulative actress, a gold-digger trying to steal the inheritance. The man who swore to protect me left me to die on a cold floor, choosing a birthright over his own child. But I didn't die. My billionaire father saved me, and I was reborn from the ashes of my grief. Years later, when Deegan stormed into my boardroom, convinced he could drag his "dead" wife home, I looked at the pathetic man he'd become. I slowly pulled the wedding ring from my finger and let it fall to the floor. "The woman who loved you died that night."

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After Five Years of Deception

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After His Mistress Tried to Kill Me

8.2

I sat alone at a small, candlelit table in a West Village restaurant. It was my twenty-eighth birthday. Rain lashed against the large glass windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of yellow and red. The waiter had lit a single candle on my table twenty minutes ago. It was already melting down into a sad puddle of wax. I looked at my phone. The screen lit up with a new message. It was from Colby. *Can't make it, Evie. Thalia called crying.

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Contract of Love

7.2

"Alex, here are the files ....." "It's Alex now ugh, what happened to Mr.Moore ?" I said in a teasing voice. "Uhmm sorry sir" she said pink tinting her cheeks. "i like the sound of my name coming from you, I love how it rolls on your tongue" I said taking slow strides towards her. Natasha was lucky to get a job a month after graduation at a renowned company. She's excited until she discovers her new boss is the man she had a one night stand with a few days ago. Both Natasha and her boss Alex are compelled to face their complicated past and present. When Alex proposes a contract marriage, Natasha must decide whether to trust him or not because of how cold he is to her sometimes and how he switches his attitude to sweet other times. Will Natasha be able to handle all these ? Will they end up falling for each other ? Will complications arise that will threaten what they have ?

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8.6

Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl

8.6

"Do you feel that, Wren? That pull between us?" His eyes darken, flicking to my mouth. "It's wrong. Your brother would slit my throat for even standing this close. But tell me, little bird-" his breath ghosts against my skin, "-are you trembling because you hate me... or because you've wanted this as much as I have?" >>> Wren thought she'd left the chaos of New Orleans behind; the club life, the blood-soaked loyalty, the men who lived and died by their kuttes. Seattle gave her everything she could ever want-freedom, love, a future. But one betrayal sends it all crashing down. Dragged back home by tragedy, Wren finds herself under the watchful eye of Ezra Jax, the vice president of the Raven Reapers MC, and her brother's best friend. He's infuriating, dangerous, and far too tempting. But the deeper she's pulled into his world, the more she realizes that nothing about her past or Ezra, is what she thought. Yet in the chaos of gang wars, debts, and betrayals, he's the one who never leaves her side. The more she fights him, the harder she falls. And the more he pushes her away, the more dangerous his pull becomes. Because in this world, love isn't sweet. It's brutal, bloody, and bound to break them both. When loyalty is everything and love can cost your life, will Wren risk her heart on the one man she was never meant to love?

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Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

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I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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