The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?
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Chapter 2
Claire didn't wake up until the noon, still groggy from jet lag.
She sat cross-legged on the carpet, staring blankly at the floor when her phone buzzed.
"Elena Thompson" lit up on the screen.
Claire hesitated for a moment before answering.
Elena's voice was overly bright. "Hey Claire! How does it feel to be back home?"
Claire leaned back slightly. "So far, so good."
"Glad to hear it." Elena let out a dry chuckle, then quickly shifted tone. "Has Nelson stopped by yet? You two met up, right?"
Claire lowered her gaze. "Yeah, we met."
"That's great! You're a couple after all. It's been three years. Time you two caught up. Nelson's just been super busy, that's all."
"I came back to finalize the divorce," Claire said evenly. "It's the only reason I'm here."
Silence.
Then came Elena's surprised voice. "Claire. are you really sure about this?"
"I'm sure. Isn't that why you called?"
Elena faltered, thrown by her bluntness. Before she could recover, Claire spoke again, her tone cool and final. "If that's all, I'll hang up.
"Wait." Elena quickly called out, "Since you're back, you have to come to Serena's birthday party tonight."
Claire raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
Elena pressed on, "Claire, you're still Mrs. Cooper in name, and Serena's older sister. Everyone coming tonight is someone important. If you're a no-show, what kind of message does that send about our family?"
She paused, voice turning sharp despite the forced politeness.
"Besides, it's a good chance for you to see how things are done in proper society."
Claire let out a soft laugh-it wasn't loud, but it was enough to make Elena uncomfortable on the other end.
"You're right," she said slowly. "I'm really not cut out for the spotlight. Just an adopted daughter who almost died overseas. Can't exactly compare with the real Thompson heiress, can I?"
Elena choked on her words.
"But since you're inviting me so 'sincerely,' I'll be there on time."
Before Elena could say another word, Claire ended the call.
The screen went dark in her hand.
She looked outside the window, phone loosely held.
At some point, a couple of short honks came from outside the villa.
Claire glanced at the wall clock.
4:55 p.m.-five minutes earlier than Nelson had said yesterday.
She didn't move.
The phone buzzed again. Claire lazily picked up.
"Come down," Nelson's voice came over.
"On my way," Claire replied, but didn't actually move.
Instead, she walked into the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror.
White cotton shirt. Faded jeans. Worn canvas sneakers.
Hair tied back, no makeup, with light shadows under her eyes from a lack of sleep.
Perfect. Just the look she was going for.
The phone rang again-it was Nelson.
Claire took her time. She stepped out of the bedroom, crossed the living room, and opened the front door.
A black Cooper idled in the driveway.
Nelson leaned against the driver's side door, phone in hand, eyes fixed on the screen.
At the sound of the door opening, he looked up.
Claire pretended not to notice the flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
She even offered a mild, apologetic smile. "Sorry, got caught up looking for something."
Nelson didn't respond. He just opened the door and slid back into the driver's seat.
Claire walked over to the backseat, reaching for the door.
Just as she was about to get in, Nelson's crisp voice came from the front. "Sit in front."
She froze for half a second, then calmly replied, "There's more room in the back."
With that, she got in and closed the door behind her.
Nelson frowned and looked at her through the rearview mirror.
She was turned toward the window, her profile quiet and detached.
Her laid-back outfit looked completely out of place.
"You really plan to show up to the dinner dressed like that?" he finally said, voice tight and edged with frustration.
Claire glanced down at herself like she just now realized. "What's wrong with it? It's just a family thing-doesn't need to be so formal, does it?"
"Claire, it's not just your family attending tonight. You're still my wife, remember?"
"So?" she shot back casually.
That distant, dismissive attitude only ticked Nelson off more.
He grabbed a gift box from the passenger seat and shoved it into her arms.
"Change into this," he ordered. "Don't make me say it again."
The box was heavy, wrapped beautifully.
The lid had a sleek gold-stamped logo-Sprince.
Known for its couture dresses, Sprince was a name every socialite chased.
Claire looked up. "Isn't this for Serena? Seems a little much for me."
Nelson's face darkened. "It's not Serena's. It's a brand-new design from their latest line. No one's worn it yet."
"Claire, until we're officially divorced, you still represent the Cooper family."
"I don't want you showing up like that and embarrassing us."
He gave her a hard once-over. "You've got twenty minutes. Get dressed."
Claire studied his tense profile as the same, weary resignation settled over her. Nothing had changed in three years. He never asked what she wanted. Never cared what she liked.
She'd tried so hard to earn his approval once, and now it all felt like a joke.
What she thought never mattered to him-never did.
She sat quietly for a few beats, then slowly pushed open the door.
"Fine," she said simply.
Holding the box, she left without a backward glance and headed back into the villa.
Nelson sat in the car, tugging at his collar, clearly irritated.
Claire's shift in attitude was throwing him off, and he didn't like it one bit.
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7.7
"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command.
He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules."
....
But this mess is over.
I'm done playing love with him. I'm returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he's just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go-and take my empire with me.
Tristan wants a divorce. But I'll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.
8.0
That's it, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are." My boyfriend's father had me bent over his desk, hand wrapped around my throat, splitting me open with his thick cock while my boyfriend was on the line.
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9.3
I sacrificed my dream career for my fiancé, only to find him cheating with his older investor-a betrayal that led to my mother's death.
He reached a new level of cruelty when he dumped my mother's ashes in the trash and conspired to have my wedding dress disintegrate off my body at the altar.
I vanished for five years, building a new life with a new family, but now he's found us-and just saved my daughter's life to force his way back in.
9.7
I was seven years into a perfect relationship, engaged to the man who helped me overcome my fear of commitment. I was even secretly pregnant with our first child.
A pet-sitting gig led me straight into the heart of his betrayal-a luxury apartment he shared with his mistress of a year. She had hired me personally to discover it all.
She then framed me for stealing the family ring he had promised me. At the police station, my fiancé rushed in not to defend me, but to shield her.
When I confronted him, he shoved me. Hard.
I hit the floor and lost our baby.
In the hospital, he had the audacity to beg for forgiveness, promising we could just "try again."
I saw the guilt in his eyes and used it. I made him sign over every asset we owned as penance. The moment the money was mine, I vanished. He thought he was buying my forgiveness.
He was funding my revenge.
9.3
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother.
But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past.
They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window.
She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains.
In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up.
But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test.
The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground.
9.3
Candice Luna thought her marriage to Julius Hansen was a lifeline to save her father's struggling company.
She didn't know it was a death sentence until Julius coldly slid divorce papers across his mahogany desk.
His true love, Amina Rowe, was nestled in his arms with a triumphant, mocking smile. The "merger" Julius promised had been a brutal, hostile takeover designed to bleed the Luna Group dry from the inside. Bankrupted and utterly broken, Candice's father stepped off the roof of their corporate tower. Meanwhile, Candice was publicly humiliated, stripped of her dignity, and mocked by all of Wall Street as a discarded stepping stone.
She died in a car accident, her final moments consumed by an agonizing, feral scream. She hated herself for letting her blind devotion destroy the father who had always believed in her.
But when Candice opened her eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights of a hospital room, she realized she wasn't dead.
She was twenty-two again. Three years before the wedding. Three years before her father's suicide.
When Julius's assistant walked in holding a bouquet of blue roses to discuss the preliminary merger, he expected a docile, desperate heiress.
Instead, Candice grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and flung it directly into his smug face.
"Tell Julius Hansen to never, ever send his dogs to my door again."
This time, there would be no engagement. This time, the Hansen family would choke on her family's legacy.