Fifteen years after marrying Fang Suian, I discovered that his first love had become our son's teacher. He secretly cherished sweet moments with her and took her on trips. Our son also helped him keep it from me. When they had a car accident, they left me in the car to die for the sake of his first love. I was utterly heartbroken and decided to file for divorce. Fang Suian sarcastically told me, "After being a housewife for so many years, you won't even have money to buy groceries after the divorce." Our son looked down on me, saying, "Mom, you're just a yellow-faced woman; why are you causing such a fuss?" After the divorce, I started my own business and became wealthy, and they begged me to come back. I mocked them, saying, "You want me to return as your free nanny? You must be dreaming."
"Are you sure you want to proceed with the divorce?" the lawyer asked me once more for confirmation.
"I have to remind you that even though your marriage took place before the latest legal reforms, the division of assets would still likely put you at a disadvantage if you proceed with the divorce."
The lawyer went over a detailed breakdown of our shared assets and liabilities.
I was well aware of this.
My husband, Gary Lopez, was now a senior executive earning no less than half a million dollars a year.
As for me, I'd been a stay-at-home wife for over ten years. If I went through with the divorce, I could walk away with nothing.
Perhaps because of that, Gary had grown more dismissive of me, even belittling me in front of others as if I was not good enough to be seen with him.
A fellow parent from our neighborhood called me out of the blue this morning, asking why I hadn't shown up for my son's parent-teacher conference. Thinking I had simply forgotten, I rushed to the school, only to realize that my son hadn't wanted me to come in the first place.
To my dismay, his homeroom teacher turned out to be Gary's first love- Zoey Chapman.
The moment he saw me, his smile disappeared.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped, pushing me toward the door.
"I... I came for the parent-teacher conference," I mumbled.
My son frowned, "Dad will be here. You should go back."
I tried to explain, feeling helpless, "I was always the one who came to these meetings... Your dad was always busy with work..."
He interrupted impatiently, "That was then. Now Dad's a big shot. He doesn't need to worry about what people think- even if he skips work. Just leave, okay?"
I stumbled back, and my son went on complaining, "It's humiliating having people see you like this- like some washed-up old housewife."
"Harley, who is she?" Zoey asked, stepping out of the classroom.
Harley took her arm and whispered in her ear, "That's my mom. I already told her to head home."
"That's not how you treat your mother- she cares about you," Zoey said, giving him a playful flick on the forehead.
Harley usually hated anyone touching his head- even an accidental brush could set him off.
But today, he held onto Zoey's arm, grinning and putting on an act of childish affection.
"He's just a kid. Don't take it personally," Zoey said with a smile, standing up for him- as if she had forgotten I was the one who gave birth to him.
"Sorry I'm late," Gary said as he came over quickly. He paused when he saw me. "What are you doing here?"
"I came for the parent-teacher meeting."
"I told you not to worry about school. Just focus on things at home," Gary said, pulling me aside. Then, turning to Zoey with a polite smile, he added, "Sorry if she caused any trouble."
"You should head back," Gary said, shoving his briefcase into my hands.
"Let's go inside, Ms. Chapman," Harley said, tugging at Zoey's arm as they headed into the classroom.
Gary gave me a glance, said nothing, and walked into the classroom behind them.
I stood outside, watching Harley eagerly interact with Zoey. As Gary shut the door, I suddenly felt like an outsider.
"I'll move forward with your request to file with the court. If everything goes smoothly, the divorce could be finalized in about two weeks," the lawyer said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Two weeks, that should be enough.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"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!