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• Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle    Serena please don’t leave me

  Ben’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would punch a hole through his ribs. He clenched his jaw and took a step closer to Stacy, lowering his voice in a desperate attempt to keep things contained.“Keep your voice down,” he hissed. “You don’t get to cause another scene. Serena is still here”Stacy rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the couch like a spoiled heiress. “And what? You’re afraid your little angel will hear the truth? That she’ll see the woman you really are when no one’s watching?” She let out a cold, slow laugh. “Ben, she’s already gone. She’s just too polite to slam the door.”“Stacy, please,” he muttered, trying to remain composed. “Just stop. You’ve done enough. I’ll handle it, but this this chaos you’re creating it won’t end well for anyone.”Before Stacy could spit out another venomous word, a familiar voice cut through the thick air like a blade.“I was wondering why the walls suddenly felt toxic.”Both Ben and Stacy froze.There, standing on the landing

• Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle    Stacy what are you doing here

  Stacy stood in the grand foyer of Ben and Serena’s estate, her heels clicking deliberately against the polished marble floor. She wore a smug, expensive smirk along with her skin-tight designer dress, and her carefully styled hair bounced as she surveyed the space like it already belonged to her. Behind her, two housekeepers struggled to carry in her designer suitcases, each one emblazoned with luxury logos.“I’ll be staying a while,” she said breezily to one of the younger maids, who looked between her and the luggage in visible discomfort. “Tell Ben I’m here. And tell him I’m not leaving.”She glided into the sitting room, settled onto the plush cream couch like a queen arriving at her palace, and crossed her legs as if she hadn't just detonated a nuclear bomb in someone else's life. She poured herself a glass of water from the crystal jug on the side table, unbothered, humming a soft tune as if she owned the place.Upstairs, Ben sat in his darkened study, still nursing the same sto

• Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle    I will fix this

  Ben sat in the dim confines of his study, a swirling abyss of chaos and regret. The once-pristine room—lined with shelves of books, leather-bound journals, and framed accolades—was now in shambles. Papers littered the floor like autumn leaves. His laptop lay on its side, cracked at the hinge. The whiskey bottle, once untouched on the corner bar, now lay nearly empty, tilted against a stack of discarded documents.The only light came from a small desk lamp flickering inconsistently, casting long shadows that danced on the walls like ghosts—ghosts of everything he had destroyed.Ben slumped on the cold hardwood floor, his back pressed against the mahogany desk, his shirt soaked in sweat and whiskey. His breath came in shallow, uneven pulls, his head spinning from the alcohol and the sheer weight of his grief.But none of that compared to the sound that haunted him most: Serena’s voice. Her sobs echoed in his ears as if she were still in the room, crying, broken. Her voice—once soft and

• Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle    I’m sorry

  Ben stood at the hallway mirror, rehearsing again and again the words he planned to say to Serena. His heart pounded violently in his chest. It wasn’t just the fear of her anger it was the fear of losing her. Of watching everything they had built over the past few months crumble like a sandcastle under the weight of one reckless, regrettable choice.He had made up his mind to confess. No more lies. No more hiding. If Serena was to love him, it had to be with eyes wide open.Clenching and unclenching his fists, he finally turned the knob to her room and stepped inside, already opening his mouth to begin his confession only to stop dead in his tracks.There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Serena.Her face was soaked in tears. Her shoulders trembled, her phone clutched tightly in one hand. The screen still faintly lit with the thumbnail of a video—the video. That video.Ben froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Serena…” he whispered.Her head snapped up, and the pain in her eye

• Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle    The truth

  Ben sat in his office, the air thick with tension as the evening sun cast long shadows across the room. His jaw tightened as he held his phone in a trembling hand, the echo of Stacy’s last threat still ringing in his ears from their previous encounter. He had tried to avoid this path tried to protect Serena, to spare her heart but every lie he told only fed the fire Stacy had set at his doorstep.Enough was enough.He drew in a long breath, stared down at the screen, and tapped Call.It rang once.Twice.Then“Ben,” Stacy answered, her voice like silk laced with venom. “Have you finally come to your senses?”Ben’s voice was steady, cold, deliberate. “Yes. I have.”Stacy’s tone sharpened with anticipation. “So… does this mean I should start packing?”“No,” he said flatly. “It means I’m done letting you play me.”There was a beat of silence on her end. Then a dry, amused chuckle. “What are you talking about?”“I will take responsibility for the child, if there is one. But if you think I

• Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle    I’m pregnant

  The morning air was crisp, the city glittering under a lazy sun as Stacy stood before her floor-length mirror, admiring herself. Her bedroom was perfumed with the faint aroma of sandalwood and roses, a calculated scent meant to linger not just in the room, but in the mind of any man who encountered her.Her eyes flickered toward the sleek, manila envelope on her dresser.It contained a positive pregnancy test, a forged ultrasound printout, and two lab test results meticulously crafted by the private clinic she had paid generously to cooperate with her scheme. Everything was perfect. The dates matched. The reports were official. The lie was air-tight.“Showtime,” she whispered to herself, a smirk playing at the corners of her red-painted lips.She opened her closet, fingers sliding over expensive fabrics. She finally chose a cream colored silk blouse with a plunging neckline and a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged her in all the right places. She knew exactly what effect this outfi