The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

After three years of marriage—and four months pregnant—Sharon discovered Andrew kept a second home. "Mom, I’ve made up my mind," she said. "I'm keeping the child, but cutting the father out of the picture. I’ll immigrate and settle abroad." "Darling, you’ve finally come to your senses. I always said Andrew’s family was ordinary, and he’s far too hung up on that ‘brothers in arms’ loyalty. Getting tangled up with his army buddy’s girlfriend was bound to cause trouble sooner or later. I’ll arrange everything. Finalize the divorce quickly and come over." "Okay. I understand." Hanging up, Sharon lifted her gaze toward Andrew. He was hosting a full-month celebration banquet in the ballroom, cradling a month-old infant with a tenderness she’d never seen, beaming like the doting father he pretended to be. "Daddy… say ‘daddy’…" "The baby’s only a month old—how could it call anyone ‘daddy’ yet!" The woman beside him wore a simple, elegant dress, but her figure and face were utterly captivating. Together they posed for photos: the perfect picture of a family of three. Every one of Andrew’s friends knew about today’s banquet. The only one kept in the dark was her. If she hadn’t coincidentally been here for an interview, she would never have witnessed such an absurd scene. Seven years loving Andrew. Three years married to him. Now, Sharon decided she was done. "Andrew, Sharon doesn’t know about today, right?" one of his buddies asked with concern. Andrew merely doted on the baby in his arms. "She doesn’t know," he replied flatly. "And there’s no need for her to. If she found out, she’d overthink again. Lately she’s been harboring a lot of hostility toward Rebecca." "Don’t any of you go whispering in her ear." "Relax, we know the drill. Lips sealed. But she is four months pregnant… if she finds out someday, won’t the shock be too much?" "We’ll hide it as long as we can. If she can’t accept it, we might as well divorce." Standing by the doorway, Sharon watched his cold, indifferent expression. A chill spread from her heart straight down to the soles of her feet. When Rebecca was five months pregnant—before she could even register her marriage—her boyfriend passed away. Just because she was his army buddy’s widow, Andrew began taking constant care of her and the unborn child. He rented her an apartment. He accompanied her to prenatal checkups. Even if she called in the middle of the night, Andrew would rush over. For Rebecca’s sake, he had abandoned Sharon countless times: leaving her alone in the middle of a movie, walking out during meals, cutting vacations short the moment Rebecca called. He had time to accompany Rebecca to her appointments, but never for Sharon’s. She bore it all without complaint, believing it was just Andrew’s kind-hearted nature. Not until she accidentally saw him and Rebecca being intimately affectionate in that rented apartment did she realize how utterly wrong she had been. This so-called “taking care” was merely an excuse to carry on an affair. Hearing Andrew mention divorce, Rebecca curved her red lips into a smile. "Sharon is just being childish—jealous because Andrew is so good to me and my daughter. But after all, I’ve already lost Christopher. I have no one to rely on now. If it weren’t for Andrew, I probably wouldn’t have survived." As she spoke, she began to cry. Andrew reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Rebecca, I said I’d take care of you and your child, and I meant it. Don’t worry about Sharon. At worst, we’ll just keep it hidden from her for the rest of her life!" "Then Andrew gets to have his cake and eat it too! Two families at once—truly enviable." "Let’s hope Sharon knows what’s good for her. A man as exceptional as Andrew is hard to come by." "I’ll bet even if she finds out Andrew has another home, she still won’t leave him!" Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking utterly pleased with himself. Rebecca playfully patted a few of the men. "Alright now, stop using that poor girl as a betting chip. It’s so cruel." Sharon smiled. Yes, it really was cruel. But it didn’t matter. This would all be over soon.

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Chapter 2

After finishing the interview upstairs, she was just stepping out of the elevator when she ran into Rebecca.

Rebecca had just emerged from the restroom. Spotting her, Rebecca froze for a moment.

"Sharon? What are you doing here?"

Feigning surprise, Rebecca said, "You didn't… you didn't know Andrew was here hosting the celebration for our baby, did you? And you came anyway?"

Sharon let out a cold laugh. "Is that so? Thanks for telling me."

"You didn't know?" Rebecca smirked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Honestly, I didn't want to hide it from you. But Andrew said today was a special day. He didn't want you… ruining it. You know how much he cares about me and the baby."

"…"

Sharon stared at her coldly, saying nothing.

Emboldened, Rebecca pressed on. "Oh, you probably don't know this either. To give the baby a legal father, Andrew has decided to divorce you. Then he'll marry me. That way, my child can rightfully become his."

Sharon's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Andrew to sink to such depths—he'd already planned to divorce her and be with Rebecca all along.

Her fingers curled into tight fists at her sides. A sharp pang shot through her heart, so sudden she nearly staggered.

"Move."

She tried to leave, but Rebecca blocked her path.

"What's wrong? Can't handle it? If you can't stand it, then hurry up and sign those divorce papers!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Rebecca spotted Andrew emerging from the banquet hall, looking for her. With a deliberate cry, she collapsed to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sharon! Please don't be angry! We really didn't mean to keep it from you! But today is my daughter's celebration… Can't you just… bear with it? Don't be mad. Don't make a scene?"

Sobbing, tears streaking her makeup, Sharon was about to say something when Andrew strode over.

"Sharon? What are you doing here?"

A flicker of panic crossed his face—afraid she'd discovered something.

"Andrew, Ms. Sharon found out about the celebration today. She's a bit upset. Don't blame her, Andrew. She's still young. It's normal for her to lash out."

After Rebecca's sniffling explanation, Andrew frowned and looked at Sharon. "Sharon, you know Rebecca's situation. I'm just helping out as the child's… uncle, hosting this little party. Go home first, okay? I'll come back to you as soon as I'm done here."

"Uncle? You're sure that's all?"

Sharon's laugh was icy. Just moments ago, he'd been teaching that child to call him 'Daddy.'

"Whatever it is, the child lost her father. It's tragic. From now on, I *am* her father. You're about to be a mother yourself. You should understand how terrible it is for a child to grow up without one. Don't make a scene here. Just go home."

Sharon lifted her gaze, her expression blank as she looked at him.

When had the man who was once so gentle and attentive to her become… this?

"Andrew, if I said you had to choose—between the child in my belly and Rebecca's child—who would you pick?"

"Don't be childish, Sharon." Andrew took a deep breath, softening his tone. "Go home first. I'll bring you a gift tonight, how about that?"

"Yeah, stop causing trouble," one of his friends chimed in, having gathered at the commotion. "With so many people here today, you don't want to embarrass Andrew, do you?"

"Sharon, you're just not as understanding and obedient as Rebecca is. That's why we had to keep this from you."

His whole group of friends had come out now, all pointing fingers at her.

She knew nothing she said would make them believe her. She didn't bother explaining.

"Andrew, remember this. I gave you a chance. You're the one who didn't know how to cherish it."

With that, she turned and walked away without a backward glance.

Watching her retreating figure, Andrew's friends exchanged looks.

"What did she mean by that? She's not actually planning to divorce Andrew, is she?"

"Good riddance if she does. Then Andrew can finally marry Rebecca like he wants. I'm just afraid it's an act—playing hard to get."

"Exactly. Just a mind game. Don't worry about it, Andrew."

"Worry? Why would I worry? She's acting like a child." Andrew pulled his gaze away from where Sharon had disappeared. "It's fine. I'll smooth things over when I go home tonight."

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Billionaire Adrian Voss—secretly the homeless boy Seraphina once fed—engineers a twelve-month marriage contract to erase her father’s $200k medical debt and pay her $50k a month. She signs, moves into his marble mansion, and plays perfect society wife at a gala while he spies on her via security cams. When charming rival Daniel Collins flirts with her, Adrian drags her home, snarling that “fraternizing” breaches protocol; Seraphina erupts, asking if he bought a wife or a prisoner. Days later Adrian learns her father has suffered another cardiac episode and races to tell her.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.8

Defying Ex - Husband's Grip

7.8

I couldn't sleep. Again. The third night this week where I'd found myself staring at the ceiling of our Upper East Side penthouse, listening to Alexander's footsteps as he paced in his study. Something had been off for weeks now—phone calls that ended abruptly when I entered the room, late nights at the office that never used to happen, the subtle withdrawal of his touch. At 2:17 AM, I heard his voice, low and urgent, filtering through the crack beneath our bedroom door. I shouldn't have gotten up. Some part of me must have known that whatever waited beyond that door would shatter the careful illusion I'd lived in for seven years. I slipped from our Egyptian cotton sheets, my bare feet silent against the marble floor. The hallway was dark except for a sliver of light escaping from Alexander's study. I moved closer, my heart already accelerating as if it knew before my mind did that everything was about to change.

Billionaire Mystery Romance

8.9

Disposable Wife: He Married A Nobody? Think Again

8.9

In the third year of marriage, she uncovered a cruel truth-her husband had treated her as nothing more than a pawn in his medical research. Their union was a sham, and his real wife was his childhood sweetheart all along. Evelyn walked away without hesitation. Soon after, she learned she was the daughter of the nation's richest man-and had unknowingly married the continent's most powerful tycoon. Her ex waited for her to beg, only to discover her new status and rising influence. As he pleaded in regret, her new husband pulled her close and declared, "She's mine now."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

Forsaken Bride: Deceived Into Love's Second Chance

7.1

To marry his first love, Deanna's husband of three years faked his death. Hiding behind his twin brother's identity, he and his family ran a cruel con. Her sobbing didn't move him. To impress that woman, he even had Deanna punished. As agony lit every nerve, she chose to walk away. With a sharp flick, she sent the ring into his face and wed a comatose tycoon, brushing off her ex's belated begging. A bleak future seemed certain-until the "coma" turned out to be an act. Under cover of night, her new husband pinned her down and murmured against her ear, "Baby, why don't we go another round?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

His Mistress, My Revenge

8.0

The elevator climbed toward the presidential suite, each floor marker lighting up like a countdown to my freedom. I clutched the keycard tighter, savoring the weight of this small rebellion. For the first time in five years, I was doing something Logan didn't know about—something he couldn't control. "Welcome to the Spencer Fifth Avenue, Ms. Chen," the bellhop said, using the alias I'd chosen. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I stood in my family's crown jewel, pretending to be someone else, testing beds in a hotel that would one day be mine. The suite door clicked open, revealing floor-to-ceiling windows that framed Central Park like a living painting. I set down my overnight bag—packed in secret, hidden in the back of my closet for weeks—and let myself breathe. The city lights twinkled below, each one a reminder of the world beyond Logan's suffocating grip.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

I Divorced the CEO in Silence

8.3

I was married to the most powerful man in the city. Yet in three years, he never learned my heart. When I divorced him, I did it quietly. No confrontation. No tears. No warning. He signed the papers without reading them. Everyone still called me the CEO's wife- until the day I returned, no longer his woman, but someone he could no longer touch. Now he's chasing me. Regretting me. Begging for a second chance. But the woman who once waited for him is gone. And this time, if he wants me back, the CEO will have to kneel.

Billionaire Modern Romance

The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

Chapter 2

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