Mia thought betrayal had a limit-until her fiancé proved her wrong. When Mia discovers Ethan in the arms of her adoptive family's biological daughter, her world shatters. Heartbroken as she walks away, but revenge comes with a price. Then, she meets Ethan's ruthless, enigmatic uncle, Damian. Who offers her a chance to rewrite her story, but as their alliance grows, so does the danger. However, in this game of love and vengeance, Mia must decide if she would reclaim her power-or walk into her biggest betrayal yet?
Mia's POV
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The IV drip was cold against my arm and so was the rhythmic beeping of the monitor the only sound in the sterile hospital room. My body ached, but the sharpest pain wasn't physical. It was the ache in my chest, the hollow feeling that had been growing for months.
I stared at my phone, the screen glowing with a photo that made my stomach churn. There he was-Ethan Montgomery, my fiancé of seven years. His arms were wrapped tightly around Rachel with her smile so wide it could have splited my phone screen.
"Reunited at last. A family moment to treasure forever," the caption read.
What a family moment. My family. Or at least, the people who were supposed to be my family.
My thumb hovered over the call button and this would be the fifth time I'd tried to reach him in the last hour. And each time I try his line, I'd been met with the same mechanical voice which says "The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message."
But not giving up, I hit the button anyway, listening to the line ring. Once. Twice. Three times and then the voicemail.
My chest tightened as he had told me earlier that he was too busy to be here with me, that work was piling up and he couldn't afford to take a day off. But only to find him smiling like he didn't have a care in the world, with his hand resting far too intimately on Rachel's waist.
Then the door opened, and a nurse walked in, her shoes squeaking softly against the linoleum floor. "How are we feeling, Miss Grey?" she asked, her tone polite but distant.
I forced a weak smile. "I'm fine," I lied.
With that, she proceeded to check the IV, and adjusted a few settings on the monitor, and then gave me a nod. "You're all set to go. Just make sure to rest and stay hydrated."
Hearing this, I nodded, sliding off the bed as she left the room. My legs felt shaky, but I ignored it, grabbing my bag and heading for the exit. Then the cold evening air hit me like a slap, but it wasn't enough to clear my head.
By the time I got home, the apartment felt colder than usual, as the silence pressed in on me from all sides. Ethan wasn't back yet and he hadn't even called to check on me.
So, I dropped my bag by the door and walked into the living room only to see his suit jacket being draped over the back of the couch, carelessly tossed aside like everything else in his life. I hesitated, my gaze lingering on it.
Don't do it, Mia, a voice in my head whispered. But another voice, louder and angrier, pushed me forward.
With that, I reached into the pocket, my fingers brushing against something small and cold and out of curiosity I pulled it out and froze.
Earrings. Silver. Elegant. Definitely not mine.
My heart pounded as I reached into the other pocket. And this time, I pulled out a small box of condoms. My stomach twisted when I saw it was open.
My legs gave out, and I sank onto the couch, clutching the items in my hands. Seven years. Seven years of love, loyalty, and sacrifice-for what?
This?
Then the sound of the door opening snapped me out of my daze as I saw Ethan walked in, his tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled. And he smelled faintly of perfume, a scent that wasn't mine.
"Hey," he said casually, as if everything was normal.
I stood, my hands trembling as I placed the earrings and the condom box on the coffee table. "We need to talk," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
He glanced at the table, his expression flickering for a brief moment before settling into indifference. "If this is about Rachel-"
"This isn't about Rachel," I snapped, cutting him off. I gestured to the table. "Care to explain these?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're overreacting," he said dismissively.
"Overreacting?" My voice rose, the anger bubbling up inside me. "Seven years, Ethan. Seven years, and this is what I get?"
Then surprisingly he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk. "Maybe if you weren't so uptight all the time, I wouldn't have to look elsewhere."
Hearing those words hit me like a slap. My vision blurred with tears, but I refused to let them fall. Not in front of him.
"I'm done," I said, my voice trembling but firm. "We're done."
And for the first time, his confidence wavered. But instead of apologizing, instead of fighting for me, he laughed with a low, bitter sound that sent a chill down my spine.
"You'll regret this, Mia," he said, his tone dripping with disdain.
Then, I stared at him, my heart breaking into pieces as I didn't know how to put back together. "No," I whispered. "You'll regret it."
On that note, he grabbed his coat and left without another word as the door slammed shut behind him. I stood there, with the silence of the apartment pressing in on me like a weight.
For the first time in seven years, I was alone. Truly alone.
But as I sat back down on the couch, staring at the evidence of his betrayal, something inside me shifted. Though the pain was still there, raw and all-consuming, but beneath it was something else.
A spark.
I didn't know how, and I didn't know when, but I was going to make sure Ethan regretted every single choice he'd made.
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
Scarlett was left betrayed and broken beyond repair when her best friend Megan set her up with the male escort who stole her virginity...Or at least, that's what she thought he was. There was something odd about the strong and strikingly beautiful man that she spent a night with. Despite the pure hatred she felt for him, the deals he ended up offering wasn't one she could refuse. Scarlett always thought she'd marry her soulmate but turns out, that won't be the case for her. But could her mysterious husband make his way through her broken heart and fix it? It's hard to imagine but love has funny ways to manifest in places where it's least expected....
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "