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 7

No matter how much Ella provoked her, Ariel ignored her and kept knitting.

When Ariel didn't respond, Ella lost her temper. She snatched the sweater from Ariel's hands and threw it into the pond.

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking to you?"

Ariel finally snapped. She looked at the sweater floating on the water. "Get in there and pick it up for me."

"I won't. What are you going to do about it?"

"You won't? Then don't blame me for what happens next."

Ariel moved forward, backing Ella toward the edge of the pond. Just as Ella was about to shove Ariel into the water, she spotted Remi approaching in the distance.

A strange smile curved her lips. Ella grabbed something and threw it into the pond.

"Ms. Slater, no!" Ella suddenly screamed.

"That's my son's christening medal! Remi just got it for him a few days ago! He's been sick ever since you hurt him, and this medal was protecting him! How can you be so cruel?"

"What are you talking about? You're the one who…"

Ariel frowned. She knew nothing good would come from being near Ella. The woman was too good at acting.

"Ariel!" Before she could defend herself, Remi stormed over and grabbed her wrist hard.

"What did you do?"

"Remi, I really can't stay in this house anymore! Ms. Slater wants my son dead! I was just trying to say hello and told her you went to the church to get our son a christening medal for protection.

"She threw it in the pond and said my son didn't deserve to wear it, that he should be dead! She said even after you divorce her and her baby is born, my son will still just be a bastard."

"Did you really say that? Ariel, I thought you were willing to do this for Ella. Was the divorce all a lie?"

"I never said any of that!"

He gripped her wrist so hard that it hurt. Ariel shook her head. "She threw the medal in herself! It has nothing to do with me!"

"The priest said that medal can't touch water or something will happen to the child! Why would Ella use her own child's life to lie to me?"

Remi stared at her, his eyes full of disgust. "Ariel, how did you become like this? You're pregnant too. Aren't you afraid our child will be cursed for what you've done?"

A metallic taste rose in Ariel's mouth. She looked up at him in disbelief. "Remi, you'd curse our own child for the sake of Ella's baby?

"You have no idea what kind of person she is! She threw her baby from a height to frame me. What's throwing a medal compared to that?"

"Enough! Shut up!" Remi raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

The blow caught her off guard. She lost her balance and fell into the pond. The moment her body hit the water, the moment the water rose over her ears and nose, Ariel thought she was going to die.

Remi didn't move. His voice was cold and hard. "Stop pretending, Ariel. You can swim. Since you threw the medal in, you can dive down and get it."

"Someone get over here." Remi called over one of his men, his tone sharp and cold.

"Watch her. Don't let her come up until she finds that medal. If she can't find it, she stays in there."

The man watched Ariel struggling in the water and hesitated. "But sir, she's pregnant…"

Ella put on a show of concern. "Maybe we should forget it. Ms. Slater probably didn't mean to. What if something happens to the baby?"

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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 7

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