Sister's Love for Cheater

My sister was bragging about how her husband respected her during her pregnancy. "Now that the baby's here, I really need to make it up to him!" I reminded her that jumping into things quickly might not be the best for her health. She took my advice and decided to wait until she completed her postpartum recovery. But later, when she discovered her husband's infidelity, she blamed it all on me. "If you hadn't told me to wait, he wouldn't have been drawn in by another woman!" During a heated argument, she shoved me down the stairs, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, it was the day she showed me the lingerie. This time, I encouraged her: "Making it up to him sounds like a great idea! Why not aim for two kids back-to-back? He'll be thrilled!" --- "Look, don't you think it's classy?" The familiar voice jolted me awake. Wasn't this the day I visited Salem, who had just given birth?

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Salem had given birth less than two weeks ago, yet she was already taking care of all the household chores. Ever since she and her husband had been together, it was as if she had become a different person. I remember when she insisted on marrying while heavily pregnant; our parents were beside themselves with frustration and couldn’t change her mind. She called it a love marriage and claimed her husband and mother-in-law treated her exceptionally well. But during her pregnancy, she seemed more like a live-in maid.

Now, with the baby not even two weeks old, she was still attending to the whole family. Was this what she meant by "being treated well"? In the past, I tried to dissuade her time and again. I counseled her during her relationship, throughout her pregnancy, and even before the wedding. What good did it do? I recalled her boasting, "I had a natural birth. I was up two days later and doing chores by the third day. Even my mother-in-law praised me, saying I was more capable than she was when she had her child!" She took pride in it all.

And where did all my advice get me? This time, I chose to stay out of her business. I turned and headed towards the door, which just then opened. I came face-to-face with Salem's husband, Douglas.

Salem followed him, cradling the baby, her eyes twinkling as she smiled, "Honey, what brings you home at this hour?"

Douglas's eyes lingered on me for a few moments before he replied in a cool voice, "I forgot an important document." Salem followed him as he went inside to retrieve the paperwork. The longer I stayed, the more irked I felt. I quickly turned on my heel and left. The sensation of having dodged a bullet was simply invigorating.

As I stepped outside the building, I took a deep breath of fresh air. Douglas caught up with me, documents in hand, "Liana, how come you have time to visit your sister today?"

I stayed silent, hoping he'd pick up on the fact that I wasn't in the mood to chat. But he pulled out his phone and said, "I've been married to your sister for this long, and yet I don’t even have your number on my phone."

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The Manhattan skyline greeted me like an old enemy. Three years. Three years since I’d breathed this air, thick with memory and regret. My hands trembled slightly as I checked into the boutique hotel, deliberately using a fake name. The clerk didn’t notice. No one here knew me anymore. Or so I thought. I’d chosen a room on the eighth floor—high enough to see the city, low enough to feel its pulse. The elevator hummed as I ascended, each floor bringing me closer to a past I’d spent three years trying to outrun. But you can’t outrun your own heart.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.4

Divorce Amidst Betrayal

8.4

Ten years into our marriage, my husband let out a thunderous fart in bed. To lighten the mood, I joked, "Loose cheeks, loud blasts!" He turned a shade of angry red, got up, and stormed out, not returning for the night. I initially thought my joke had bruised his ego until I discovered the condom that had been expelled by that fart. ============================== "Blub, blub, blub — blub!" An unpleasant odor filled the room, pulling my attention away from my phone. Instinctively, I leaped out of bed and moved to the window for fresh air, distancing myself from Jameson, who lay beside me. Despite having been together from school uniforms to wedding attire and living together for a decade, some smells are simply intolerable, and I had to escape it. Jameson noticed my swift action and jokingly remarked, "Even a monkey climbing a tree isn't as quick as you." Amused, I played along with his joke. "Old Jameson, you've been letting them rip more often lately. Maybe age is catching up with you." I gently suggested, "Maybe we should go to the doctor for a checkup." "This can't go on like this. Breathing in your fumes every day, I'm bound to develop lung problems soon." I suspected that stress was messing with his stomach.

Modern Romance

9.7

Handing Him Eviction Papers at Our Wedding Altar

9.7

I spent three years building a company with the man I was about to marry. Julian spent three years planning to steal it. He announced our breakup at the altar — microphone in hand, his mistress already waiting in a white dress — expecting tears, a settlement offer, and a quiet exit. Instead, I handed him an appendix he'd signed without reading. One clause. One sentence. In the event of public infidelity, the offending party forfeits all majority protections. He declared his infidelity in front of five hundred witnesses. Within ten minutes, he owned zero percent of Vance Tech. Within an hour, his penthouse access was revoked, his legal team had transferred to me, and his boxes were stacked by the loading dock next to the dumpsters. By evening, he was bleeding on shatterproof glass, begging to be let back in from the rain. I gave him a thumbs-down through the door. Then Julian's brother walked into my office — colder, sharper, and infinitely more dangerous. Silas Sterling dropped a file on my desk that would finish Julian for good. The price: forty percent of the recovered assets, and the answer to a question I'd stopped asking five years ago. My father's signature was on the last page. A man I buried. Signed yesterday. What did Julian know about my father's disappearance? What does Silas? And why does the brother of my worst enemy feel like the only person in the room who's been telling me the truth?

Modern Mystery Romance

8.4

Rising From Ashes: The Architect's Comeback

8.4

I woke up in a sterile hospital room with no memory of the lethal-looking man pacing outside the glass. My friend told me he was Dante Moretti, the Underboss of Chicago, and the fiancé I had supposedly worshipped for seven years. But the truth shattered me faster than the crash did. When our convoy was ambushed and the car caught fire, Dante didn't pull me out. He chose to save Valeria—the widow of a soldier he felt guilty about—leaving me to burn in the backseat. He called it a "tactical decision." I called it a death sentence. I thought losing my memory was a curse, but it was a gift. It stripped away the delusion of love. I saw a man who treated me like a useful piece of furniture. I saw a rival in Valeria who smirked while taking my job and my place. When she set a room on fire to frame me, Dante saved her again, leaving me to choke on the smoke. He even branded me a thief in front of the entire Commission to protect her lies. He thought I would always be there, the obedient statue waiting for his scraps. He was wrong. I fled to New York and walked straight into the arms of his sworn enemy, Enzo Falcone. A man who didn't just promise to protect me, but walked through fire to do it. Months later, when Dante finally realized the truth and crawled back to me in the rain, begging for a second chance, I looked him dead in the eye. "Forgetting you was the only peace I ever knew." I took Enzo’s hand, letting Dante see exactly what he had lost. "Remembering you just confirmed that you are a mistake I will never make again."

Action Modern Romance

9.6

Rising From The Grave As A Queen

9.6

I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. It was Clayton. The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister’s engagement party. "Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up. Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock. "Ivy? You're... we buried you." They hadn't buried me. They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability. Clayton’s shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger. He accused me of faking my death for attention. He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain. He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize. "You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation." But he made a fatal mistake. He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees. He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it. Before Clayton’s fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist. Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us. "Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand." I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face. I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself. I came back to bury them.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

Single Mom Built Empire

8.7

Broke divorcée Elara and her six-year-old son Leo flee bullying cousin Isabella’s mansion after Isabella gloats she stole Elara’s husband and orders them out. Job interviews collapse when bosses learn Elara is a single mother; her parents slam their door, humiliating her in front of Leo. At school, ex-husband Mark publicly brands her a homeless failure, sparking parent whispers and a playground fight that leaves Leo bruised. With $27 left after buying school supplies and the motel demanding payment, Elara vows the cruelty will not destroy them—she will find a way to survive.

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