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 6
Nelson's cold, clipped demand cut through the air like a blade, slicing straight into Claire's chest.
She slowly lifted her head, meeting his furious gaze head-on.
In that moment, the man standing before her felt like a stranger.
All those years-of waiting, of hoping, of trusting-suddenly seemed like a cruel self-deception.
Her voice was quiet, but steady. "Nelson. Is that really what you think of me? That I'm that kind of woman?"
He faltered.
His anger dimmed, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.
The man tied up on the floor was bruised and gagged. Claire's clothes, though slightly disheveled, remained intact.
He opened his mouth to speak-but nothing came out.
"Nelson!" Serena's tear-filled eyes clung to him as she grabbed his sleeve. "Don't be mad at my sister. Maybe she. made a mistake. She's been overseas for so long. maybe she got lonely, and. got involved with someone she shouldn't have."
Her voice trembled with practiced vulnerability.
A few of the guests nearby let out soft sighs, their judgmental eyes falling on Claire, now tinged with pity-or disdain.
Claire's expression didn't change.
Then she laughed-soft, brief, and cold.
She straightened slowly, eyes sweeping over the crowd.
With deliberate calm, she reached into her handbag and pulled out what looked like a lipstick tube.
She pressed a hidden switch.
A faint electric buzz sparked, followed by a crisp, unmistakable recording.
First: the sound of a door slamming shut. Then-the click of a key turning.
Her own shaky breathing came next.
A man's voice barked: "Shut up and stay still! You got paid. Time to earn it."
Then Claire's measured voice: "Who sent you? I'll pay double. Just stop."
A mocking laugh followed. "You think a fake rich girl like you can afford that? Miss Thompson was clear-she wants you humiliated. Ruined. Be a good girl, do as I say, and maybe it won't hurt so bad."
Then-
A sharp scream.
A grunt of pain.
Claire's voice, low and cold: "Move again and it won't just be your nose that breaks."
Silence.
The room was frozen.
The guests-silent. Their smirks vanished.
And Nelson...
His expression, already grim, hardened into something darker.
He turned slowly to Serena, still clutching his sleeve, her face drained of color.
"No-Nelson, listen to me," she stammered. "She's lying! She's framing me! That recording-she faked it!"
Tears streamed down her face, her composure unraveling.
Just then, Elena shoved through the crowd, breathless and alarmed.
"What's going on? What happened to my Serena?"
She rushed to her daughter and pulled her close.
When she saw Serena sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes snapped to Claire-hostile, accusing.
"This is Serena's birthday, Claire. Can't you behave for once?"
Serena buried herself in Elena's arms, crying harder. "Mom, it wasn't me. Claire's blaming me for something I didn't do."
She trembled violently, as if moments from collapse.
Elena's fury only deepened.
"How could you do this to her? We raised you for twenty years, Claire! And this is how you repay us? With cruelty?"
Nelson's brows drew together as he watched Serena's meltdown.
Instinctively, his foot shifted forward-as it always had, every time Serena had one of her "episodes" these past three years.
Claire saw everything.
She remembered the day Serena returned to this house.
How Elena had rushed to reclaim the master bedroom for her "real" daughter.
How everything that had belonged to Claire was handed over-without hesitation.
For years, she'd been treated like a shadow. A servant. A placeholder.
Two decades of so-called family ties-torn in an instant.
And now, they dared to look at her like she was the one who'd betrayed them.
Claire crossed her arms, voice steady but sharp.
"Serena, you brought a crowd here hoping they'd catch me in some compromising scene. What if they had?"
Serena flinched, curled tighter into Elena's embrace, still sobbing-but said nothing.
Elena's voice rose, shaking with rage. "Claire, can't you be the bigger person? Look at what you've done-Serena can't even breathe!"
"Enough," Nelson said at last. His voice was low, cold. "Serena's not stable right now."
Claire turned to him.
She smiled.
"So every time she falls apart, I'm expected to stand down? To take the blame? Is that my role in this house?"
Nelson's jaw tightened. "Now's not the time to argue."
"No," Claire said. "You're right. Let's not argue."
She paused.
"Let's just end it."
Her eyes met his, unwavering.
"I've already signed the divorce papers."
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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.