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 8
Claire turned her head, her voice cool and steady. "Now let's talk about you, Serena."
Serena flinched, instinctively shrinking closer to Elena like a child hiding behind her mother.
"W-What could there possibly be between us?" she stammered, voice trembling, tears glinting in her eyes. "You're the one who wanted the divorce. Nelson agreed. That's it."
"That's between me and Nelson," Claire replied sharply. "What I'm asking about-is how you paid that man to lure me upstairs, locked the door, and tried to trap me in a scandal."
Her tone didn't rise, but the chill in it made the room go still.
"I've never done anything to hurt you," she continued, "so why would you do something so vile?"
"I didn't!" Serena screamed, her face draining of color. "Sometimes I just. lose control, okay? You know how I get when I have an episode-I don't even remember what I did!"
That excuse again.
Always the same shield.
Always the same performance.
Elena pulled her daughter into her arms, her voice tight with pain. "That's enough, Claire. Serena lived outside the family for years. She's traumatized. You're fine now, aren't you? Can't you cut her some slack?"
Claire let out a hollow laugh. "You want me to forgive someone who tried to set me up to be assaulted?"
Her gaze locked onto Elena-filled with disbelief.
All she saw was worry. Not for her. For Serena.
Something twisted inside her chest.
"I don't understand," Claire said quietly. "It's been twenty years. Even if we're not blood-did I really mean so little to you? So little that you'd turn a blind eye while your 'real' daughter planned something like this?"
Elena opened her mouth, then closed it again, her expression flickering between guilt and defiance.
She looked away. "There's no point digging up the past. What matters now is Serena. She can't take any more stress."
"This is all your fault!" Serena shrieked suddenly.
She shoved Elena aside and stepped forward, her chest heaving with rage.
"So what if I did it?!" she shouted, pointing a trembling finger at Claire. "I hate you! Why do you get to wear the pretty dresses, sleep in the master bedroom, be spoiled by Mom and Dad, and even marry Nelson?!"
Claire didn't move.
"I didn't cause your pain," she said flatly. "It was the hospital's mistake. They switched us."
"I don't care!" Serena screamed, completely unhinged. "Everything you had should've been mine! Even Nelson! You knew I loved him-we were meant to be! Why did you marry him?! Why couldn't you just die?!"
The words landed like knives.
The crowd gasped audibly.
Claire closed her eyes, inhaling deeply to steady herself.
"So you knew exactly what you were doing," she said softly. "You knew what this would do to my life-to my marriage-and you still went through with it. Serena, do you even understand what you've done?"
Serena's eyes were wild, her voice cold. "But look at you. You're still standing, aren't you?"
Claire blinked, stunned by how twisted that sounded.
Serena didn't flinch. "You owe me an apology."
Silence.
Even Elena was too stunned to speak.
Claire stared at her sister, disbelief etched into her face. "Serena. nothing justifies what you did. Nothing gives you the right to hurt someone like that."
"All I want is your apology," Serena repeated, voice thin and trembling. "That's it."
"No way!" Elena blurted, finally snapping out of her haze. "Claire, please. treat this as a favor to your mother, alright? I'll apologize on her behalf. We were wrong. Just let it go-for old times' sake."
Claire slowly shook her head.
"There haven't been 'old times' between us in a long time."
Her voice was quiet, but firm.
"If she wants forgiveness." Claire's eyes didn't waver. "She'll need to say it herself."
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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.