The Day My Husband's Mistress Became His Wife

Everyone in Paris knew. Everett Myers was completely devoted to Maggie Crawford, the young woman he had mentored over the years. As for me, his lawfully wedded wife, I was merely a cover. At what should have been the ninth anniversary celebration of our marriage, the screen intended to show our wedding photos instead displayed moments of Everett's joyful times with Maggie over the years—their first time holding hands, their first kiss... In the final sequence, Maggie appeared, scantily dressed, her eyes glistening with tears, like a fragile lily swaying in the breeze. "Uncle, I'm sorry. I can't forget you, and I can't watch you marry someone you don't love." "I've taken something to, you know, make myself want you... If you're not here by midnight..." The video hadn’t finished playing when Everett, usually so composed, raced out of the venue like he had lost his mind, just as he had done on the previous occasions, leaving me alone in the grand reception hall. Everyone was betting on when our tenth ceremony would be. Only I knew there would be no next time.

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By the time I got home, it was already afternoon. I tried entering the door code a few times, but none of my attempts worked. Finally, someone opened the door from the inside.

Maggie greeted me with a playful smile and a cheeky grin. "Auntie, I changed the door code. Uncle said I should stay here for a few days. The code is today's special date." She seemed eager to settle in.

Behind her, I heard Everett's voice urging me inside. I saw Maggie lying on our bed—mine and Everett's. Beside her, Julien was busy drawing her blood. My belongings were scattered carelessly in the living room. It was only then that Everett paid me a bit of attention.

"Maggie's meds haven't worn off yet. Julien said we need to monitor her for three days, so I asked her to move in," Everett said, trying to sound reasonable. I nodded absentmindedly, not rising to the expected confrontation. Every time Thanksgiving ended, it would lead to a shouting match between Everett and me about Maggie, followed by a week of icy silence until I inevitably caved.

Everett tried to reassure me. "Ophelia, next month we'll have a proper wedding." Another promise, but Everett, usually a man of his word, seemed unable to keep them when it came to Maggie. I looked up at him, watching his concerned gaze locked onto Maggie's face, unable to conceal his worry.

For the first time, I rejected his offer. "No need." Everett frowned as he looked at me. "Maggie's still young, don't hold it against her," he said.

I cut him off, looking him in the eye seriously. "I'm not holding it against her; I just don't want the wedding anymore." It felt pointless. Before Everett could say anything else, Maggie's sultry voice floated out from the room.

Everett looked angrily at Julien. "Didn't you say Maggie was fine? So what's going on now?"

Julien replied, confused, "Mr. Myers, the blood test results show no traces of drugs in Ms. Crawford's system."

Maggie started tugging at her clothes, and Everett quickly closed the door. Moments later, indescribable noises came from the room.

I spent the night on the couch, listening to the chaos until dawn, when I finally drifted into a restless sleep. It seemed my heart, which had always ached so much, had gone numb now.

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My father had a sudden heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor said that if he didn't have the surgery immediately, he would surely die. I knelt on the ground and begged my fiancé, Goden, to help pay for the surgery. But he asked me to sign an agreement to terminate our engagement first. My best friend, Aya, appeared in front of me and said with a sneer, "Do you think about why your family went bankrupt and why your father had a heart attack?" "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for stealing my man." I was in great pain and despair, but there was nothing I could do. With all my bank cards frozen, I had no choice but to beg him. Just when I was in utter despair, my childhood sweetheart, Nicola, suddenly showed up and pulled me up. "Emelia, don't beg him. He doesn't deserve it."

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8.2

Betrayed for First Love's Life

8.2

The moment I heard the front door slam, I knew something was wrong. Nathan never came home before eight, and the clock on my nightstand read 5:43 PM. My fingers froze over my laptop keyboard, where I'd been drafting an email to my grandmother—another carefully constructed lie about how wonderful my life was in New York. His footsteps were heavy, urgent. Not the measured pace of my husband returning from a successful day, but the thunderous approach of a storm. "Victoria!" His voice echoed through our Manhattan penthouse, cold and demanding. I closed my laptop and took a deep breath, pressing my palm against my side where the dull ache had become my constant companion. The pain medication was wearing off, but I forced myself to stand, smoothing down my silk blouse to hide how much weight I'd lost in the past months. "In the bedroom," I called back, my voice steadier than I felt. Nathan burst through the door, his tailored suit impeccable as always, but his face flushed with an intensity that made my stomach clench.

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8.2

Bîllîonaîre's Õbsêssîon

8.2

✓✓ SYNOPSIS ✓✓ Reina Mariposa! The mysterious and captivating owner of MARIPOSA CORPORATION, has it all ~ wealth, power, and beauty. But beneath her perfect mask lies a private and guarded individual, forged by a childhood that demanded perfection. Being the richest woman in the city, Reina's expectations are impossibly high, and those who fail to meet them are swiftly discarded. She is adored by many but feared by all, did I say all? My bad... HE doesn't fear her, infact, he owns her. ≈≈≈≈≈≈ Liam Beckett, the ruthless and cunning trillionaire owner of BECKETT CORPORATION. A meeting with Reina Mariposa sparks a fierce attraction but also awaken an intense possessiveness in Liam. Since that day, he wanted her and decided to relentlessly pursue her until he gets her. In this high stake game of power and seduction, Reina is trapped between her desire for perfection and the burning obsession of Liam.

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9.2

Husband Chooses Mistress Over Wife

9.2

The snowflakes danced outside my windshield like tiny ballerinas, each one unique yet part of an increasingly menacing performance. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my eight-month pregnant belly pressing uncomfortably against it as I navigated the slippery Chicago streets toward Dr. Reed's clinic. "Just a routine checkup," I whispered to my unborn child, running one hand over my swollen abdomen. "Mommy's got this." The radio crackled with static before the announcer's voice cut through: "Severe blizzard warning issued for the greater Chicago area. All residents are advised to seek shelter immediately. Repeat: This is not a drill." My heart quickened. I reached for my phone at a red light, thumb hovering over Marcus's name. He should be here. He promised he'd be here.

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8.1

I Divorced Him After He Chose Her Nineteen Times

8.1

After five years of marriage, my husband has left me stranded nineteen times for a woman he rescued. The first time, he took off with her because she scraped her knee, leaving me stuck on the roadside for three days. The second time, he claimed the dirt on my clothes triggered her allergies, forcing him to stop the car, abandoning me in a desolate landscape for seven days. ... It seemed that whenever I had a chance to be alone with him, his assistant conveniently fell ill. The nineteenth time he left me behind, I hopped into his rival’s jeep, and that made him furious. --- The jeep arrived at the refugee camp, and Thomas Sullivan led me over, chuckling as he said, "Estelle, it's been almost three years since you’ve been back home, right? I remember this vacation coincides with your fifth wedding anniversary with Dutton. You should make it special." The word "anniversary" only brought bitterness to my heart. Yes, almost three years in the refugee camp without returning home.

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7.8

MY CEO REGRETS: CHASING HIS HEIRESS WIFE.

7.8

She lost everything that day; Her three years of marriage, Her best friend's trust, And her two weeks old baby. ... "I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore." His voice dropped, as he moved closer. 'Divorce?' My world tilted. "Yes, my lawyer will send you the papers to sign." "No," I whispered, broken. "You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believed that lying bitch? This can't be happening. Not now. How could you bring this up today? We just buried my Papa a few hours ago, Lucian!" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, falling apart right there and then. ... The price of Lyra Jones's love was everything. She sacrificed her burgeoning career to become a devoted full-time housewife, only for her three-years marriage to Lucian White Jr. to explode in spectacular fashion. On the very day of her father's funeral, a betrayal of shattering cruelty occurred: her childhood best friend, Aryan, delivered a fatal lie that cost Lyra her husband, her reputation, and tragically, her week-old pregnancy. Abandoned and utterly broken, Lyra fled. Now she is back. Five years have passed, and Lyra has claimed her crown as the multibillion dollar CEO and Heiress of the Jones corporation. She didn't return for closure; she returned for retribution. And she will not rest until Lucian is stripped of his empire and Aryan is exposed to the world. They thought they buried the wife. Now, can they survive the CEO? Start reading now to witness the most ruthless corporate revenge of the year.

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