Stranded for His Mistress on Our Anniversary

On Thanksgiving Day, I prepared a feast, waiting for Edward to come home. Without a glance at the spread, he went straight to packing his bags and said coolly, “I won't be spending Thanksgiving with you this year.” I remained silent, nibbling on the pulled pork on my plate. At midnight, Ruby, his old flame, posted a picture on Instagram. She was beaming, perched on Edward's back, with a full moon shining through the window behind them. Her caption read, “Toasting the moon, two shadows become one.” I didn’t fire off a barrage of questions like I might have before; instead, I just hit 'like' on the post. Edward called, sounding flustered, “Don’t read too much into it. I swear I’ll spend next Thanksgiving with you…” I paused, then chuckled softly without replying. Next time? Oh, Edward. There will be no next time.

Elara spent three years invisible in her marriage to billionaire Damien Cross. When he hands her divorce papers, she disappears without a fight. Six months later, an accident steals Damien's memory of the past five years. He doesn't remember his ex-wife, but he can't stop searching for the woman with sad eyes who haunts his dreams. When he finds Elara thriving in Seattle, she refuses to let him back in. But this Damien is nothing like the cold husband she remembers, and as he uncovers their past, devastating secrets emerge. Can you forgive someone who doesn't remember breaking you?

He was a one-night memory. She was a lifetime secret. But fate doesn’t forget what the heart never let go. Five years ago, Lydia Alison lost everything in a single night—her relationship, her dreams, her direction. But in that heartbreak, she found an unexpected moment of passion with a stranger who made her feel seen, wanted... alive. That stranger was Herry Luther—charismatic, powerful, unforgettable. But the morning after, he was gone. And weeks later, Lydia discovered she was pregnant with a man whose last name she didn’t even know. Alone, terrified, and determined, Lydia rebuilt her life brick by fragile brick—for her son, Theo, a bright little boy with Herry’s piercing blue eyes and stubborn spirit. She gave up her art, her comfort, her dreams... but never once regretted loving her son more than anything in the world. Now, after five long years, destiny throws her into the lion’s den. A dream job at a luxury food company becomes a living nightmare when she discovers that the CEO—the man she’ll be working under—is none other than Herry Luther. The man she never forgot. The man she never stopped loving. The man who has no idea he’s a father. Their chemistry? Still dangerous. His touch? Still electric. But her secret? Still devastating. When Herry discovers the truth—that Theo is his son—their world shatters. Fury. Betrayal. Long-buried pain. And love… aching, unfinished love that refuses to die. Can a man who once left without a word become the father her son deserves? Can a woman who learned to survive without love dare to trust it again? IF YOU LOVE THIS MY STORY, I BET YOU WILL LOVE THIS ONES, SEARCH IT ON ROCNOVEL AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THING-- His Betrayal, Her Revenge- Seducing J'onn Condex TASTE OF A BROKEN LUNA WICKED PROVIDENCE COLD COMMAND-The Secret Son The Alpha King's Two Faced Mate SINFUL DESIRES 1 VANTABLACK VOWS My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake Seduced By His Touch Kiss Me Like You Never Left

The antiseptic smell of the hospital corridor burned my nostrils as I stared at Dr. Harrison Wells, willing his words to change. My father's chart trembled in his hands, the blue folder containing a death sentence unless we found a miracle. "Terminal kidney disease," he repeated, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to find a donor immediately, Mrs. Montgomery." I gripped Isaac's hand so tightly my knuckles turned white. My husband—my rock for seven years—squeezed back, his thumb tracing soothing circles against my skin. "How long does he have?" Isaac asked the question I couldn't bring myself to voice. "Without a transplant? Three months.

Elara knew what betrayal felt like. After ten years and a ring on her finger, her fiancé, Ethan, threw away their stable, honest life, claiming he needed more a flashier partner, a fast-paced social climb and walked out for a rival, a woman named Chloe. Two years of professional focus erased the heartbreak, turning Elara into a highly valued executive assistant. But a sudden corporate crisis at her firm a massive merger hinging on stability and reputation-forces her into a new, shocking role. Her boss, the formidable CEO Marcus Thorne, makes her an offer she can't refuse: "Marry me. It's a business deal. You gain power; I gain control. We will be an unbreakable front." Desperate for security and a career boost, Elara agrees, becoming the sophisticated, untouchable Mrs. Thorne. The façade is perfect until the official merger signing. Stepping into the boardroom on Marcus's arm, Elara's breath catches. Standing across the table as the lead executive from the merged company now Marcus's most critical subordinate is Ethan. Ethan is stunned. The woman he casually discarded is now his new, formidable boss's wife. And the look in his eyes is a devastating mix of regret, shock, and dawning fury. The final blow comes when Marcus pulls Elara close, his eyes fixed on his new employee. "Ethan, you'll be working closely with my wife now. After all," he smirks, "she's a permanent part of the family." Now, Elara must navigate her life in the lap of luxury and power, constantly playing the role of Marcus's devoted partner, while facing the daily, agonizing proximity of the man who left her a man who now has to call her Mrs. Thorne and report to her husband. He left her for a better life. Now, he's forced to watch her live it with his boss. Themes: Second Chances (Denied and Fought For), Marriage of Convenience, Corporate Power Play, Regret, Forced Proximity, Emotional Warfare.

Five years after Olivia Olivia left Carl Carl, he returned to Ashford in triumph—new fiancée on his arm, a lavish banquet in his honor. Meanwhile, Olivia was hunched in a nightclub stairwell, vomiting her guts out for a few bucks to pay for her medical treatment. “Mr Carl is something else. A self-made man, and in just five years, he’s become the new star of the business world. So young, so accomplished!” “Absolutely. From now on, we’ll be leaning on Mr Carl’s support!” “…” Three figures descended the stairs. Reeking of alcohol and slumped against the wall, Olivia weakly lifted her gaze—and suddenly locked eyes with a pair of icy, penetrating ones. For a second, she instinctively tried to straighten her disheveled appearance. But that gaze lingered only a moment before indifferently shifting away. The man turned and continued down the stairs. As if she were a complete stranger. “Carl, don’t go…” Fumbling frantically, Olivia pulled out her phone. Her hands shook as she dialed the number she knew by heart. The call connected almost instantly. “Hello.” His cool, detached voice yanked her violently into memories she couldn’t escape. A sob caught in her throat. “Carl Carl, I’ve missed you so much.” She could almost hear his breath hitch on the other end. After a long, heavy silence, his voice finally returned. “Wait right there.” The call ended. In less than two minutes, Carl stood before her, slightly breathless, his voice tight with suppressed anger. “What—you regret betraying me back then? Now that you see I’ve made it, you want to come crawling back?” Olivia leaned against the wall, staggering to her feet. “Yes, I regret it.” “Carl Carl, you once said that on the day you achieved success, you’d grant me one wish.” Carl stared intently at Olivia, as if pulled into the past. His eyes began to redden. “I remember.” “You said your only wish was to marry me.” Olivia laughed, taking one unsteady step after another toward him. “No. Not anymore.” “I want money, Carl Carl. I don’t want to marry you anymore. I just want money.” “Give me a million. I promise I’ll forget everything between us, completely. No one will ever know that the red-hot business mogul of today was once head over heels in love with a woman like me.” Carl let out a cold, mocking laugh—tinged with something like relief. “Five years apart, and you come to me for money?” Olivia’s smile was bitter. “What else? Did you really think I’d ask you to marry me?” “How could I ever marry a cheap woman like you, who’d sleep with anyone for a bit of cash!” The disgust in his eyes felt like it was shredding the last of Olivia’s dignity. She lowered her head, taking a long moment before she could speak again. “You’re right. I am that kind of cheap woman.” Finally, she looked up, meeting his gaze. “So, a million. Not a cent less.” “Why would I give you anything?” “Because…” Olivia reached out, her fingers lightly hooking his tie. “I have a lot of… intimate photos of us. If I sold them to the media, I’d probably get a pretty penny too, right?” Carl forcefully shook off her hand, his disgust deepening. “You think you can threaten me?” “Unless you strangle me right here, right now, you can only keep one: your money or your reputation.” “Olivia Olivia!” Carl finally snapped, each word ground out between clenched teeth. “You’re truly despicable!” “Is money that important to you?!” Olivia fought with everything she had to keep the tears from falling. “Yes. Money is more important than my life!” Carl stared at her, his breathing heavy and unsteady. “You—” “Carl, who are you talking to?” A clear, gentle woman’s voice shattered the moment. Carl took a sudden step back. Pamela Pamela approached from the lower stairs. Seeing Olivia, she paused briefly. “Olivia, what are you doing here? And dressed like this?” She strode over, taking off her own coat as if to drape it over Olivia. “I told you before to stop doing this kind of… physical work. Why won’t you listen?” Carl pulled Pamela behind him, shielding her. His cold gaze swept over Olivia. “Don’t touch her. She’s filthy.” Olivia flinched violently. Carl would never know: every single cent he’d received for his startup back then had been earned by this “cheap” woman, traded piece by piece with this “filthy” body of hers. “I can give you the money.” Carl’s voice cut through the silence. “But, Olivia Olivia, you’ll have to trade your body for it.” Olivia’s head snapped up, only to meet Carl’s eyes, blazing with hatred.