After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart
Everyone thought Isabelle Thorne was just a washed-up actress clinging to a loveless marriage.
Her husband cheated.
Her own son called the other woman “Mommy.”
Still, she smiled through it all, desperately trying to fix her perfect family.
Until the day both her husband and son told her she was a nuisance and they didn’t want her anymore.
Thrown out of her own home, humiliated and replaced, Isabelle walks away with nothing but her pride.
But just when the world erased her name, he appeared.
Riven Knox, a powerful, enigmatic and far too familiar man offers her comfort, a contract, and a cold little girl who won’t speak to anyone but her.
He gives Isabelle another chance.
Not just at motherhood... but at revenge, fame, and love.
Now she’s back on screen, headlines are begging for her name, and the same people who mocked her are clawing to be on her side.
She tells herself it’s all pretend…
The husband. The marriage.
But then…
Her new daughter clings to her hand.
Her son cries and calls her “Mommy” again.
And her fake husband starts feeling all too real.
Isabelle starts to wonder—
Is this fate’s way of rewriting her story?
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Chapter: TenThe air in the dining room froze with Isabelle’s scream. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Riven’s chair scraped sharply against the marble floor. Before the shock could even register to everyone else, he was already by the boy’s side. He squatted on one knee; just in time for Isabelle to come to her senses and rush over as he pressed his palm over the boy’s small chest. “Ryan…” she gasped breathlessly. Riven looked up at her, regarding her expression as she stared at him hoping for him to say something good. “He’s breathing.” He muttered coolly a second later, drawing a breath of relief from Isabelle. Tiffany’s heels clicked once in his direction once she heard him speak. “What’s happening?” He didn’t look at her. One arm slid under Ryan’s knees, the other cradling his head, and he rose in one effortless motion. Isabelle’s breath caught as she stared, frantic and unable to do anything. Her son’s head lolled against Riven’s shoulder, his lips tinged a sickly pale. Her pulse r
Last Updated: 2025-08-14
Chapter: Chapter NineThe faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla lingered in the apartment. Isabelle moved quietly through the small space, her hands busy and with a big smile on her face as she adjusted the streamers in Ryan’s favorite shades of green and blue. A felt banner stretched across the wall above the table, hand-stitched, uneven in its lettering:“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”The table wasn’t grand. But it was warm. A sugar-free banana-oat muffin, just how he needed it, sat gently on a ceramic plate, a single beeswax candle resting at its center.She smiled to herself as she mixed a small dessert with his medicine. She couldn’t have him fainting and being traumatized on his own birthday, so to appease and excite him, she had mixed it with some dessert. Then, she called the boy over.He walked to her sluggishly, clearly not as excited as she was about it. Once he got to her, she prodded him to take a small spoon of it. Afterward, she kissed him on the forehead and whispered,“Happy birthday, baby. Y
Last Updated: 2025-07-23
Chapter: Chapter EightThe fabric of her dress tugged lightly as Isabelle bent down, one arm stretched toward a shelf of themed paper cups. She paused and turned to look.She had thought her dress got caught on one of the racks. But,what she saw instead made her blink.Aimee.The little girl stood there quietly, coat mint green, braids soft and uneven, and a single pink ribbon peeked from her coat pocket. She simply stood there without a single word.“…Sweetheart?” Isabelle’s voice dropped. She smiled instinctively, confused. “What are you doing here?”She looked around wondering who she was with. Then, she saw Riven standing in between the two aisles with hands in pockets. The mall lights cast a soft, almost surreal glow over him, like he had walked out of a frame that didn’t quite belong in this store.He stepped forward, voice even. “She saw you and pulled away before I could stop her.”Aimee gently clutched the side of Isabelle’s coat which she had pulled earlier silently.Isabelle looked down again, he
Last Updated: 2025-07-23
Chapter: Chapter SevenTORRES ESTATE The house stood as it always had, pristine and silent. The kind of silence that did nothing but judge others. This was Gregory’s parents’ home.Isabelle stepped out of the car, a wicker basket balanced on her arm. Inside, the desserts she made still held its warmth, wrapped in foil. A quiet reminder that she was still trying to patch their shaky relationship.She had called Gregory on the drive over.“Are your parents home?” she asked.“Yeah,” Gregory said lazily. “They’ve been wanting to see Ryan lately. They’re probably home by now.”He didn’t ask why she called so she simply ended the call and kept driving.Now, she stood at the doorstep, pressing the bell.A moment later, the door opened and one of the maids led her into the lounge. Her mother in law, Marjorie Torres, dressed in cream linen with pearls at her throat, her posture as coldly perfect as ever sat on one of the sofas. Neither Ryan nor her father in law were anywhere in sight.The older woman looked up at
Last Updated: 2025-07-23
Chapter: Chapter SixThe schoolyard was busy, but the classroom was empty. Parents milled around, chatting and children waited with bags slung over their shoulders.Ryan was nowhere in sight.A teacher packing lunch kits nearby glanced up as Isabelle approached.“Excuse me… I’m here for Ryan Torres?”“Oh! His grandfather’s driver picked him up earlier,” the teacher said kindly. “He’s gone already.”Isabelle froze.“…His grandfather?”The teacher nodded.Isabelle instantly pulled out her phone, fingers trembling from rage and dialed.One ring.Two.Three.Gregory answered with a voice that sounded like a man lounging in silk sheets.“Love. What’s wrong?”“Where are you?” She couldn’t help but ask.He sounded a bit confused but naturally replied, “At the office.”Isabelle released a breath of relief. Maybe, he was resting in the office lounge.“Is something wrong? Why did you call?” “We agreed I’d pick him up today,” she said tightly.There was a pause and then the sound of fabric shifting, maybe a stretch
Last Updated: 2025-07-23
Chapter: Chapter FiveThe house was still. Only the faint hum of the dryer rumbled in the background, paired with the steady tick of the ornate wall clock — one of the few gifts Gregory’s parents had ever picked out for them. Isabelle sat at the edge of the couch, a laundry basket beside her, phone pressed to her ear. “I swear, these new girls are all gloss and glitter but no gut. No fire. Just followers.” A chirpy voice exploded through the phone speaker. “Remember when we used to shut down entire rooms just with your walk? You could turn a Vogue intern into a puddle without saying a word.” A smile slowly crept onto Isabelle’s lips. The voice belonged to Camille, her ex-manager. Though Isabelle had left the spotlight six years ago, Camille still called often. Mostly to check in. Mostly to pester her back into the game. “Still dramatic, I see,” Isabelle said, voice quiet but fond. “Please. I was born for drama.” Camille’s tone dipped, gentler now. “You were it, Belle. The girls now don’t seem to get
Last Updated: 2025-07-23
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