Snowstorm of Our Past

Three years into her remarriage with billionaire Remi Callahan, Ariel Slater carries his child while quietly enduring his constant absence. She maintains a stoic front, ignoring his late nights and mysterious belongings. However, her composure shatters during a prenatal visit when she overhears nurses discussing Remi’s devoted care for another woman and her newborn. Witnessing his betrayal firsthand, a devastated Ariel decides to end their cycle of pain by filing for a permanent divorce.

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Chapter 6

That night, Remi didn't come back to their room. Around midnight, Ariel woke up with a violent cramp in her thigh.

She dragged herself out of bed and struggled down the hall to Ella's room, hoping to find Remi.

She raised her hand to knock. "Remi, my leg's cramping. Can you…"

Before she could finish, she heard a woman's breathless voice from inside.

"Remi…"

"Shh, Ella. Keep it down. You'll wake the baby."

Ariel froze. The cramp spread through her thigh in waves. But the pain in her chest hurt worse than anything physical.

Through the wooden door, she could hear everything. Each sound hit her like a hammer blow straight to her heart.

She stared at the ceiling. Her mind drifted back to the early stages of her pregnancy.

Her body had been weak back then. She threw up constantly during those first months and barely slept at night, always running outside to throw up.

Every time she got sick, Remi would get up immediately and follow her out. He'd rub her back gently, his eyes full of concern. "Ariel, if I'd known pregnancy would be this hard on you, I'd rather we never had children at all."

Later, in the third trimester, she started getting cramps. When she couldn't move in the middle of the night, he'd patiently massage her legs for her.

For eight months, he'd done this day and night without complaint. But now, he wasn't by her side. He was with another woman, making love to her.

"Remi, I'm so happy! I can finally marry you. Even if it's only for a month, I'm completely satisfied."

"I'm sorry for putting you through this. I promise I'll take good care of you and the baby from now on."

"Remi, I love you. I love you!"

The sounds continued. The pain in Ariel's leg gradually eased.

She slumped to the floor as if all the strength had been drained from her body. She admitted she was completely defeated. But she was also grateful she could still walk away.

In the days that followed, Remi and Ella grew bolder. At meals, Remi would serve her food. During breaks, they'd sit together in the courtyard, laughing and talking under the sun. At night, intimate sounds always drifted from Ella's room.

Ariel ignored all of it. She quietly packed her things, contacted her parents down south, and bought a train ticket to leave.

She thought she could get through this peacefully until the divorce was final. But Ella clearly wasn't satisfied with that.

One evening, Ariel sat by the pond in a small chair, knitting a sweater for the baby. She was in good spirits. Tomorrow was the day she'd get her divorce papers, so today was her last day in the Callahan residence.

Though apparently, even the last day couldn't pass in peace.

Ella suddenly appeared in front of her with the baby. "You're in such a good mood, Ms. Slater! You're about to divorce the Commander and you can still sit here looking so content?

"Actually, I knew you were outside the door that night. I wanted you to know just how good things are between me and Remi now. I love him, and he loves me! He said he wants to devour me in bed. As for you, he said you're boring and rigid. He doesn't like you at all.

"Oh, and tomorrow is my son's one-month celebration. You'll be there to congratulate us, won't you? After all, you're the child's stepmother!"

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For years, Terrence Fulton refused to grant a divorce despite his constant infidelity and his family’s disdain. Five years ago, his wife’s first attempt at freedom resulted in a month of forced isolation and a pregnancy. When she tried again three years later, Terrence retaliated by restricting access to their son. Now, after her third attempt, she finally escapes, only to discover her child does not love her and her marriage was a sham. She was just another woman he used.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

9.1

From Jilted Assistant To Zillionaire Queen

9.1

For ten years, Ran hid in the shadows as Hollywood star Jincheng Lu's secret girlfriend and assistant, starving herself to pay for his acting classes. On their tenth anniversary, she sat in a cheap apartment with $9.87 in her bank account, watching him slide a massive diamond ring onto a wealthy heiress's finger on live television. When she called the number she had memorized for a decade, she only heard a cold busy tone. He had blocked her. Despair swallowed her whole. She forced down a handful of sleeping pills with stale whiskey and died alone on the cold bathroom tiles. His mother found her rotting body three days later, calling her a "filthy bottom-feeder" before ordering a cleanup crew to dispose of her existence like industrial waste. Jincheng didn't even ask if she suffered. He just ordered his PR team to digitally erase her ten years of sacrifice from the internet. "Make sure the press release is airtight. She was an unstable former assistant. She had a history of mental illness. That's it." Until her heart stopped completely, she didn't understand. She had abandoned her status as the hidden heiress of the wealthy Qin family to build his empire from the ground up. How could he erase every trace of her without a second thought, using her corpse as a PR shield for his perfect new life? Opening her eyes again, the sharp smell of hospital antiseptic burned her lungs. She hadn't just died. She had woken up in the body of a notorious, D-list reality TV influencer who shared her exact name. Looking at her new face in the mirror, a cold smile spread across her lips. She was going to tear his perfect life apart, piece by bloody piece.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

I Caught My Husband With His Mistress

8.3

For three years, Sophia Palmer has been trapped in a desolate, loveless marriage to her billionaire husband, Dillon. She secured his ring by leveraging a life-saving debt owed by his grandfather, but her obsession only earned her Dillon's absolute scorn. On a dark, rain-swept night, her desperate plea for his return is met with mocking laughter. Sophia must finally confront the bitter, heartbreaking reality of loving a man who utterly detests her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.5

Married a Billionaire, My True Heiress Identity Revealed

8.5

Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her. Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras. "How could you disgrace our family name like this?" Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite. For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse. Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar. Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations. She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained. But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her. Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan. He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb. "I will be marrying her." Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

Reborn Heiress: Vengeance And True Love Found

8.2

For three years, I poured my soul into Cade, forgiving him 99 times. I was a struggling art student, paying for our shared dreams and caring for his fragile heart. But the 100th time, he let his cruel mistress, Alessandra, try to kill me in an old boathouse. He called it an "accident," his eyes already choosing his ambition over my life. I woke up in the hospital to hear him call me a "disposable stepping stone" and announce his engagement to the woman who had just tried to murder me. The doctor then confirmed the worst: his betrayal had cost me our unborn child. I had been a fool, a victim in their sick game. But as I lay there, broken and bleeding, I realized something. They thought I was a poor, orphaned artist. They had no idea I was Blaire Madden, the sole heiress to a global corporation. And I was finally ready to come home and make them pay.

Action Billionaire Romance

9.7

Rise of the Betrayed wife

9.7

I died with blood pooling and betrayal. My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest. This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation. They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back. They have no idea I've already won.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Snowstorm of Our Past

Chapter 6

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