The Wife He Let Go: He Chose the Fake Heiress, I Chose Myself
In Evelyn Whitmore's heart, Annelise Whitmore had never been the imposter who stole her life. She had always been the sister who pulled her out of hell.
Annelise had taught her how to carry herself, had stood up for her when no one else would.
When Evelyn's husband, Nathan Langford went bankrupt and their life fell apart, Annelise was the one who stepped in without hesitation, helping them through it all.
It wasn't until the day Nathan got hurt that everything shattered. Evelyn saw it with her own eyes. He had Annelise pinned against the wall, his voice breaking. "You said your sister was pitiful and made me marry her, but what about me? Annie, let's be together again, okay?"
Tears streamed down Annelise's face. "I can't. I already took her place. I can't take her marriage too."
Outside the door, Evelyn trembled all over.
So her husband and her sister had been in love all along.
She signed the divorce papers and chose to let them be together.
But Nathan chased her across miles, grabbing her hand and begging her to come back.
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Chapter 8
Outside the factory, Nathan gently set Annelise down, already turning to rush back in.
Annelise grabbed his arm, her face pale. "Nathan, have you lost your mind? Going back in there is suicide!"
Nathan shook her off, his eyes bloodshot. "That's my wife!"
Annelise froze where she stood, her fingers still curled in the air.
He had never spoken harshly to her before, never pushed her away like that.
After a long moment, resentment slowly filled her eyes.
Nathan charged into the factory like a madman. Thick smoke filled the air, stinging his lungs, but Evelyn was nowhere to be seen.
Where she had been tied up, there was only a dismantled explosive device left behind.
He reached down and squeezed it. It was nothing but a fake.
"Evelyn! Where are you?"
The factory stood empty, his voice echoing back at him.
The bodyguards arrived, forming two dense lines behind him.
Nathan took a deep breath, his grip tightening around his own fingers as he forced himself to calm down.
A fake bomb meant they hadn't intended to kill Evelyn.
His voice turned cold. "Everyone, search within a ten-mile radius of the factory. Any suspicious vehicles, any rival companies. Don't miss a single lead. Whatever it takes, find her!"
"Yes, Mr. Langford!"
The lead bodyguard hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Langford, Ms. Whitmore is still outside. Her hand is badly injured. Should we take her to the hospital first?"
Nathan froze for a moment, only then remembering Annelise was still outside.
"You keep searching for Evelyn. I'll take Annelise to the hospital."
He strode back and saw Annelise's injured hand hanging at her side, bloodied and torn. A flicker of concern crossed his eyes.
"Annelise, I'm sorry. I lost control just now…"
Annelise shook her head gently, her tone as composed as ever. "It's okay. You were just worried about Evelyn."
The car sped all the way to the hospital.
Nathan pulled every string he had, calling in the hospital's top surgeons to operate on Annelise's hand.
The operating room light turned red. He sat down on the bench in the hallway.
He should have been worried about Annelise in surgery, yet his mind kept circling back to Evelyn.
She was afraid of the dark, afraid of pain, soft as something that could be crushed too easily.
Would she be crying right now? Would that masked man hurt her?
She was so naive, so obedient. She'd probably be curled up in some corner, quietly waiting for him to save her…
A fear he had never felt before tightened around his chest.
He slammed his fist into the wall, his knuckles reddening instantly.
He didn't understand what was happening to him.
He had once thought it would be better if Evelyn had never come back.
Before long, the operating room light went out.
The doctor removed his mask, visibly relieved. "Mr. Langford, the surgery went well. She'll recover after a few days of rest."
Nathan stood and walked in.
Annelise had just woken up, her face ashen, a weak smile appearing when she saw him.
"Annelise, the doctor said you're fine. I'll—"
"I'll go find Evelyn." Before he could finish, Annelise cut him off.
She reached out and held onto his sleeve, her eyes glistening. "Nathan, stay with me… please?"
Nathan frowned. "But Evelyn is still with the kidnappers."
"She'll be fine," Annelise said softly.
Nathan paused, looking down at her. "You weren't like this before. You've always cared about your sister the most. But today…"
Annelise trembled, forcing herself upright as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Nathan… I regret it. I'll agree to it. You divorce her, and we can be together again. I'm really afraid of losing you."
This was what Nathan had been waiting to hear for three long years.
Yet now that he heard it, there was no joy in him, only an uneasy resistance.
He even found himself resenting her. Evelyn's life was still uncertain, and this was what she chose to talk about?
Tears rolled down Annelise's face.
"When he held that knife to my throat… the only person I thought of was you."
Nathan's expression softened slightly.
What happened today must have shaken her. That was why she wasn't thinking clearly.
Nathan raised his hand and gently brushed her hair, his tone softening. "Give it some time, okay? We'll talk about it after we find Evelyn."
Annelise pressed on, "You'll divorce her soon, right?"
Nathan gently pulled away, his tone turning stiff. "Annelise, I know Evelyn has wronged you before, and you're upset. But she's missing right now. Let's put this aside for now."
Before Annelise could say anything else, he picked up his coat and walked out of the room.
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"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
8.9
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
8.4
For twenty years, I lived as the adopted daughter of the wealthy Hill family.
But today, they forced me to sign a severance agreement and kicked me out so their precious biological daughter, Malia, could marry my fiancé.
To ruin me completely, they framed me for stealing Malia's engagement bracelet, threatening me with prison.
I calmly exposed the "sapphire" as cheap glass, then rolled up my sleeves to show the reporters my scarred, punctured arms.
For two decades, I wasn't a daughter. I was Malia's living blood and bone marrow bank.
They drained my health to keep her alive, even ordering doctors to ignore my failing organs just so she could attend a gala.
"Take this million dollars and shut your mouth," my adoptive father sneered, throwing a check at my feet.
My ex-fiancé looked at me with disgust, and Malia screamed that I was a crazy, vindictive liar.
They had stolen my life and my health, yet they still looked down on me like I was garbage.
I ripped the check into pieces and threw it in their faces.
Just as they ordered the butler to drag me out, a group of men in black suits shattered the chaos.
The heir of the untouchable Montgomery dynasty stepped through the door, ignoring the Hills' fawning, and handed me a DNA report.
I wasn't a disposable blood bag. I was the long-lost true heiress of old New York money.
And now, I was going to take back everything they stole from me.
9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
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When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
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Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.
8.2
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Four years of swallowing my pride to be the perfect, obedient pawn for our family business, all for nothing.
They threw me to the wolves without a single second of hesitation, expecting me to just lower my head and cry like I always did.
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I ripped out my IV, letting the blood drip onto the sheets, and tore their contracts straight down the middle.
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8.4
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"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.