Alex Harrington thought control was his birthright. He built empires, commanded boardroom and crushed hearts without blinking. Including his wife's. Iris Harrington gave Alex everything her heart, her loyalty, her dreams. He repaid her with cold indifference, too blinded by guilt and obsession with his past love, Zeya Blackwood. When Iris silently files for divorce and walks away, Alex realizes too late that he didn't just lose a wife he lost the only woman who ever truly loved him. Now Iris is rising stronger, untouchable, admired. But in a world of ruthless business deals, broken vows, and manipulation, is it ever truly possible to reclaim a love once lost? Or will Alex's regrets be the only thing left in the ruins of their shattered marriage?
"Ma'am, you need to call a family member or a friend to sign the documents before we can proceed with the surgery."
The nurse's voice felt distant, like a whisper muffled through thick fog.
I stared at my phone.
No missed calls. No messages. Nothing.
My hands trembled as I dialed his number again. For a moment, silence. Then-
He picked up.
"Ayi has a fever, and I'm with her at the hospital. Can you stop pestering me?"
Beep.
The line went dead before I could speak.
I wanted to tell him-to whisper through my pain-that I was the one in the hospital. That I had been hit by a car. That our baby... didn't survive.
But he didn't even give me the chance.
Still, I clung to a final thread of hope.
I lost our baby.
I hit send.
A red exclamation mark blinked back at me.
Blocked.
Something inside me shattered, quietly, completely.
For ten years, I had loved him. Devoted myself to him. What did I get in return?
I washed his clothes by hand. Cooked his meals from scratch. Chose his suits, polished his shoes. Every night, I stayed up, waiting. Hoping he'd look at me-not as a burden, not as an obligation-but as his.
But to him, I was invisible. A placeholder.
I remembered the boy I had once adored-the one who shielded me from bullies, who gave me warm milk when I cried. That boy disappeared the day his first love did.
So when she left five years ago, and he asked me to marry him, I said yes.
I thought I was his second chance at love.
But I was only his second option.
He needed someone to soothe his bruised ego. And I? I foolishly believed that if I loved him enough, he'd eventually choose me.
Now she was back.
And our baby was gone.
There was nothing left to hold onto.
I called my childhood friend-Winston. He didn't hesitate. He arrived within minutes, signed the papers, and stayed by my side as they wheeled me into surgery.
And when I woke up, clarity dawned with the ache in my body.
This wasn't an accident.
Someone wanted me gone.
My phone buzzed.
A message. Unknown number.
I opened it.
It was a photo.
Alex Harrington, kneeling before her, gently wiping her feet with a warm towel.
Below it, a message:
He will always choose me. You were only a substitute. Hurry up and give him back-your services are no longer needed.
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
Tears fell silently.
I thought back to every time I had begged him for attention, every time I was sick and called for soup, only to hear:
"Stop being petty and unreasonable."
And when I asked a friend to help, he called me shameless for bringing another man into our home.
Yet here he was-on his knees, smiling as he served her like a devoted husband.
I wiped his fevered forehead for years. He never once bent down for me.
I was the villain in their love story.
Later that night, the doctor spoke gently.
"Your injuries were severe. If you don't rest, you may not be able to conceive again."
I nodded, emotionless.
When I returned home, I took a long bath. The mirror reflected a stranger-sunken eyes, pale lips, skin dull and worn.
I was twenty-four, but looked a weary thirty.
And just like that, I decided.
No more.
I picked up the phone.
"I'm taking a sick leave," I told my workplace.
No one even knew I was Alex's wife.
That's how much I mattered to him.
Later that night, the door creaked open.
He entered. Alex Harrington.
He paused when he saw me lying in bed.
A flicker of something in his eyes-was it shock?
Then it was gone.
"I heard you're on leave. Good. Rest," he said gently. "Zeya said she can fill in for you until you're better."
His voice was soft, full of warmth-for her.
I stared at him.
That's when it clicked.
I was never his wife.
I was a placeholder.
I sat up slowly. My voice didn't shake.
"Alex Harrington," I said, "let's get a divorce."
His hand, midair, froze.
For once, he had no words.
Then he chuckled. Shaking his head.
"You're just upset I ignored your call. Zeya has no one here. I promised her parents I'd look after her."
His phone rang.
A custom ringtone for her.
Without another word, he walked out, answering her call.
He didn't even look back.
I lay down and closed my eyes.
And for the first time in years...
I slept in peace.
Because I finally understood.
No matter what I did he would never choose me.
But now?
I was choosing myself.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"