The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband
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Haven was escorted out of her office by security like a common criminal. Her corrupt boss had just fired her without cause, denying her severance and threatening to permanently blacklist her.
Desperate, she turned to her ex-husband Clayton, a ruthless top-tier corporate lawyer, begging him to represent her.
But instead of helping, he stared at her with absolute ice.
"You thought you could pay for my billable hours by opening your legs? Find a public defender."
Left destitute and facing eviction, her life spiraled further into hell. A prestigious newspaper offered her a dream job, only to instantly rescind it. Her vicious stepsister, Bettye, had maliciously tipped them off about a ten-year-old grand larceny conviction—a crime Bettye had actually committed but framed Haven for. To make matters worse, Haven discovered Clayton's law firm was actively defending the very boss who had just ruined her life.
The injustice and betrayal suffocated her. She couldn't understand how the boy she once loved had become such a soulless monster, perfectly willing to protect her abusers while watching her drown.
While packing her meager belongings in despair, she stumbled upon Clayton's old high school diary from exactly ten years ago. Out of petty rage, she grabbed a pen and scribbled an insult on the yellowed paper.
To her horror, the ink vanished. Seconds later, sharp, aggressive handwriting bled through the blank page.
"Who are you? How are you writing in my book?"
Staring at the impossible text from a 17-year-old Clayton, a manic spark of hope ignited in her eyes. She was going to rewrite her destiny.
The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband Chapter 1
The heavy pounding on the wooden door vibrated through the floorboards of the cramped Maplewood apartment.
Haven flinched. Her stomach twisted into a tight, violent knot. She looked through the peephole. The dim hallway light cast harsh shadows over Clayton's broad shoulders.
He was leaning against the doorframe, his head bowed.
Haven unlocked the deadbolt. Before she could even pull the door open, Clayton's large palm slammed against the wood. He forced his way into the entryway. A blast of freezing early-winter air rushed in with him.
Haven tried to push him back out. Her hands pressed flat against the hard, solid muscle of his chest. It was useless. He didn't even budge. Instead, his forward momentum forced her to stumble backward.
Clayton reached behind him and slammed the apartment door shut. The loud crack echoed off the narrow walls. The exit was gone.
He dropped his head. His chin rested heavily in the crook of her neck. The overwhelming stench of expensive whiskey and stale cold air hit her face. His hot breath ghosted over her bare collarbone.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, the words slurred and broken. It sounded like a desperate confession, but the meaning was lost in his thick tongue.
A violent shiver ripped down Haven's spine. She clenched her jaw so hard her teeth ached. She grabbed handfuls of her own oversized t-shirt, trying to ground herself.
His massive arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body in a crushing embrace that stole the air from her lungs.
But he didn't kiss her. He just held her, swaying slightly, his face buried in her shoulder.
The sheer exhaustion of the day collided with the pathetic, lingering love she still harbored for him.
Then, Clayton pushed back. He looked down at her, his bloodshot eyes clearing slightly.
Haven swallowed hard. Her throat felt like sandpaper. "Clayton," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I need your help. I need a lawyer. Warren Adler fired me today without cause. I need you to represent me."
The heavy, suffocating tension in the room shifted.
The warmth in Clayton's eyes died. It was replaced by a chilling, absolute ice.
He pushed himself away from her body. He stood up slowly, his movements stiff and mechanical. He reached down and snatched his tailored suit jacket off the armrest.
Haven sat up, her clothes rumpled. She reached out, her fingers brushing the fabric of his sleeve.
Clayton jerked his arm away. He stepped back, putting physical distance between them.
He looked down at her. The corner of his mouth curled into a cruel, mocking sneer. "You think I'd risk my reputation for a lost-cause labor dispute? Find a public defender."
Tears of pure, burning humiliation pricked Haven's eyes. Her chest tightened so hard she couldn't breathe. She grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and hurled it at his face with all her strength.
Clayton dodged it effortlessly. He gave her one last, dead-eyed look. He turned his back on her and walked toward the entryway with steady, purposeful strides.
The front door slammed shut again. The silence in the apartment was deafening. The faint scent of his cedarwood cologne lingered in the air, mocking her.
Haven leaped off the sofa. Her bare feet slapped against the cold hardwood floor. She ran to the window and ripped the blinds open. She stared down at the dark Maplewood street.
She watched Clayton walk toward his black Range Rover. His steps were slightly uneven. He pulled the door open and climbed into the driver's seat.
The engine roared to life, cutting through the quiet night.
The tears in Haven's eyes dried up, burned away by a sudden, blinding rage.
She turned around and snatched her phone off the coffee table. Her fingers punched in 9-1-1.
"Yes," Haven said, her voice terrifyingly calm and steady. "I need to report a drunk driver. A black Range Rover. License plate C-S-8-8-2. He just pulled out onto Maplewood Avenue. He is highly intoxicated."
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The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.1
Elinor's frail daughter, Cece, died in a sterile hospital room while waiting for her father to take her to Disney World.
But her billionaire husband, Derick, never showed up. At the exact moment Cece's heart monitor flatlined, the hospital TV broadcasted Derick affectionately holding the hand of his mistress and he has booked a clearance of the entire Disneyland to celebrate mistress's daughter's birthday!.
When Elinor confronted Derick with their daughter's ashes, he sneered and accused her of hiding the child just to get his attention. Elinor's heart was torn to shreds. How could a father be so blind and ruthless? Did Kamryn use his power to steal the very kidney that belonged to Cece? Why did her innocent baby have to die for their sick affair?
The suffocating grief inside Elinor finally crystallized into a sharp blade. She wiped the blood from her lips, canceled the simple divorce, and began her ruthless revenge.
7.6
When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle.
"Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered.
Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week.
They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust.
They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire.
Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog.
Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony.
They actually believed they had raised her.
She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face.
"I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation.
Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order.
"Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group."
It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.
7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.
