Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake
"I thought I was his wife. To him, I was just a placeholder for the woman he actually loved."
For three years, Evelyn lived as a ghost. To the world, she was the penniless orphan who hit the jackpot by marrying the cold, ruthless billionaire Caleb Knight.
She played the part of the perfect, drab wallflower, cooking his favorite meals, enduring his family’s sneers, and secretly using her hidden Sterling Empire connections to save his company from the brink of bankruptcy.
But on their third anniversary, the fairy tale shattered. Instead of a gift, Caleb handed her divorce papers.
"Seraphina is back," he said, his voice as cold as ice
Humiliated and discarded, Evelyn signs the papers and vanishes without a trace, leaving behind a positive pregnancy test in the trash, a secret Caleb wasn't worth knowing.
Two years later, Caleb Knight’s "luck" has run out. His empire is bleeding, and his only hope is a merger with the mysterious, untouchable Sterling Global Group.
Gone is the shy, plain girl in the $10 dress. Standing there in couture diamonds, flanked by three of the world's most powerful men, is his ex-wife. She is radiant, she is powerful, and she returns with a little boy who looks just like him and a girl who shares her aura.
"Evelyn?" Caleb gasps, falling to his knees. "I... I’ve been looking for you. Please, come home."
She steps over his hand as if he were a piece of trash.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Knight,"she purrs, her voice dripping with lethal indifference. "The wallflower you threw away is dead. This is the Empress speaking and she finds you quite... boring."
He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire!
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Chapter: The Hostile InviteChapter 7Caleb’s POVThe morning sun over Manhattan felt like an interrogation lamp.I sat in the back of my Maybach, the leather cool against my skin, but my blood was boiling. On the tablet resting against my knee, the headlines were scrolling past like a death march. "THE PHOENIX PROJECT: STERLING GROUP ANNOUNCES $50 BILLION CITY REVITALIZATION."It was the kind of project that defined a century. It was the kind of project Knight Group was built for. But as I scrolled through the digital invitation list, a list that included every one of my competitors, even the bottom-feeders I usually stepped over, one name was glaringly, violently absent.Knight Group.My jaw tightened until it ached. I had spent the last three years turning my company into a titan, believing I was the king of this concrete jungle. But in the three days since Evelyn left, the jungle had turned hostile. First, my secret investors pulled out, leaving me bleeding cash. Then, the legal threats started. And now, t
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Chapter: The Bitter TruthChapter 6Caleb’s POVThe silence in the villa was no longer peaceful. It was abrasive.For three years, I had returned to this house and found it bathed in a soft, welcoming warmth. The air had always smelled of vanilla and home, a scent I had taken for granted, like the air I breathed or the heart that beat in my chest. Now, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of Seraphina’s expensive, cloying French perfume, a fragrance that felt like it was trying too hard to mask the rot underneath.I sat in my study, the mahogany desk cluttered with files I couldn't bring myself to read. My reflection in the window looked like a stranger's. My eyes were bloodshot, the sharp lines of my jaw shadowed by a three-day stubble I hadn't bothered to shave.I was obsessed.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Not the "Wallflower" Evelyn who used to wait for me with a gentle smile and a plate of food I usually ignored. No, I saw the new Evelyn. The woman in the black silk suit who had looked
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Chapter: The First Face Slap Chapter 5Evelyn's POV The morning was quiet, almost boring, until I decided it wasn’t. That’s when I slipped into the black tailored suit I’d commissioned last month, the one that cost more than some people made in a year. Fifty thousand dollars. Pure silk, sharp lines, dangerous edges. Perfect for what I planned.The boutique’s VVIP section waited, as if it had always been my stage. I didn’t need an appointment. They knew who I was. They always did, even when I liked to pretend they didn’t.I stepped into the sunlight, letting it fall across my shoulders. My heels clicked against marble like a metronome. Rhythm. Control. Command. Everything I had learned over the years about bending the world to my will came back with every step.Inside, I could see them before they saw me. Caleb Sterling. Naturally, he looked lost. Like a boy in an overgrown playground, distracted and fumbling. He wasn’t suited for the chaos of real power, not anymore. Not after the last few weeks. And then,
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Chapter: The Morning After Chapter 4Caleb’s POV I woke up because something was wrong.It took a few seconds to place it. Not a sound, there were sounds. The faint hum of the city outside. The soft ticking of the clock on the dresser. Even breathing beside me.But the wrongness lived in the air itself. The absence of something I expected without realizing I expected it.I opened my eyes.Gray morning light filtered through the curtains, washing the room in colorless calm. The ceiling looked unfamiliar, even though I’d stared at it a thousand times. The house felt hollow. Like it had been emptied overnight and no one bothered to tell it.I turned my head slightly.Seraphina lay beside me, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips parted in sleep. One bare shoulder peeked out from beneath the sheet. She looked peaceful. At ease.Like she belonged here.She didn’t.I stared at her longer than necessary, waiting for something, comfort, satisfaction, relief. Something that justified the fact that she was here a
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Chapter: The Sterling Manor (Into The Lion's Den)Chapter 3 Evelyn’s POV The gates opened without a sound. Not a creak. Just a seamless parting of black iron and gold filigree as the Rolls-Royce Phantom glided forward, rainwater slicking off its polished surface like it feared touching the ground of this place. Sterling Manor. Home. I pressed my forehead lightly to the cool glass, breath slowing as the estate unfolded before me. Miles of manicured grounds stretched beneath a sky heavy with clouds, the green so precise it bordered on unnatural. Ancient oaks stood like sentinels along the curved driveway, their branches arching overhead in silent acknowledgment. Fountains carved from white marble poured endlessly into reflecting pools that mirrored the storm above, water rippling like controlled power. This wasn’t wealth. This was dominion. Caleb’s villa, his carefully curated, “practical” billionaire home flashed through my mind. The minimalist furniture. The single floor. The way he’d once scoffed at excess and ca
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Chapter: The Rolls Royce Phantom Chapter 2Evelyn’s POVThe door closed behind me with a sound that felt final.Not loud.Just done.The rain greeted me like an old accomplice.Chicago had always known when to rain on my worst days, and tonight it didn’t disappoint. The sky cracked open the moment my foot hit the front step, cold droplets soaking into the hem of my dress within seconds. My thin cardigan did nothing against the chill, but I welcomed it. The cold reminded me I was still real. Still standing.Still breathing.I didn’t look back.I didn’t need to.That house, his house had already stopped being mine long before tonight. I had just been the last to realize it.I walked down the driveway slowly, suitcase wheels rattling behind me like an accusation. Gravel pressed into the soles of my flats, each step measured, controlled. I refused to run. Refused to look like I was being chased away.Inside my chest, something fragile was dissolving, not shattering, not screaming, just quietly unravelling thread by thre
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My Billionaire Ex-husband's Late Regret
"I spent three years being his 'used rag.' Now, I’m the one cleaning up his empire, starting with the trash."
For three years, Shay Falcone lived for her husband, Massimo. She worked twelve-hour shifts behind the scenes, skipping meals and sleep to ensure his company became a billion-dollar legend. She was his ghostwriter, his secret strategist, and his most loyal soldier. She thought her reward would be the child growing inside her.
But on the night of the Billionaire Launch, Massimo didn't give her a thank you. He gave her a death sentence.
"You're a used rag, Shay," he sneered in front of the world's cameras. "A servant I don't need to pay. Meet my real wife, Elena."
One shove from his bodyguards sent Shay spiraling into a stone fountain. As Massimo walked away to celebrate his wealth, Shay lay in a pool of blood, feeling the heartbeat of her child stop forever.
Two years later, the rag is gone. The Ice Queen has arrived.
When Massimo’s empire begins to crumble, he begs for a meeting with the untouchable Alessia Valois. He expects a savior; instead, he finds the wife he killed.
"Shay?" Massimo gasps, reaching for her. "I... I’ve realized my mistake. Please, I still love you."
Alessia doesn't even look up from her glass of vintage scotch. She steps over his hand as if he were a stain on the carpet.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Falcone," she purrs, her voice cold enough to freeze his soul. "The woman who loved you died in a fountain. I’m just here to collect the debt."
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Chapter: No Mercy, Ex-husbandChapter 5Shay's POV The scent hit me before I was even fully conscious.It was thick, cloying, and aggressively sweet, a fragrance that belonged in a botanical garden or a funeral parlor, not the sterile, high-ceilinged luxury of my suite at the Valois estate. For a heartbeat, my mind betrayed me. My mind took me back to memory lane.I began to recall when I was back in that cramped, drafty studio apartment on 4th Street. It was our first anniversary. Massimo had come home with a single, wilted Himalayan lily he’d bought from a street vendor with his last ten dollars.“One day, Shay,” he had whispered, tucking the white petal behind my ear, “I’ll buy you a forest of these. I’ll make sure the whole world smells like your favorite flower.”I bolted upright, my breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps. The memory didn't bring warmth; it brought a surge of bile to the back of my throat. My hand instinctively flew to my abdomen, tracing the faint, jagged scar beneath my silk nightgown.
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Chapter: First Face SlapChapter 4Shay's POV One Year Later.The air in Zurich had been cold, but it was a clean, sharp cold that tempered me like steel in a forge.I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my penthouse suite at the Baur au Lac. A year ago, I was a woman who hid in the shadows of oversized sweaters and $10 foundation. Today, the woman staring back at me was a stranger, a masterpiece of Lucien’s ambition and my own silent rage.My hair, once a dull, neglected brown, was now a waterfall of obsidian silk that hit the small of my back. My skin, once sallow from overwork and tears, glowed with the luminous vitality of a woman who slept on silk and ate like royalty. But it was my eyes that had changed the most. The warmth was gone. In its place was a cold, silver calculation.I stepped into the dress Lucien had sent over, a custom-made gown of midnight blue that clung to my new curves like a second skin. It was modest in the front, with a high collar that screamed old money, but the back w
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Chapter: Deal With The Ex's EnemyChapter 3Shay's POV The man didn’t move. He stood at the foot of my hospital bed like a monolith of dark silk and cold intent. The silence in the room wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, the kind of silence that precedes a storm or a sentencing."Redemption?" I whispered, the word catching on the jagged edges of my grief. My voice sounded like someone else’s, thin, brittle, and hollowed out by the loss of my child. "You don't even know me.""I know that you spent three years as the ghostwriter of Massimo Falcone’s success," the man said. His voice was a rich baritone, smooth as aged whiskey but cold as the ice within it. "I know you balanced books that didn't add up, negotiated contracts he was too arrogant to see the flaws in, and lived on coffee and devotion while he prepared to trade you in for a better model."He stepped closer, and the light from the hallway caught the sharp, predatory curve of his jaw. "I know that tonight, you lost everything. Your husband. Your dignity. Your chi
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Chapter: The RevolutionChapter 2Shay's POV White came first.Not light. Not brightness.White.It pressed against my eyelids like a weight, thick and endless, as if I had been buried inside a cloud. There was no sound at first, no voices, no beeping machines, no sense of time. Just the sensation of floating in something sterile and cold.I tried to breathe.Pain answered.It bloomed low in my body, a deep, grinding ache that radiated outward, settling into my spine and hips like broken glass. My breath hitched, a thin sound scraping out of my throat.I opened my eyes.The ceiling above me was white. Too white. Flat panels, recessed lights, nothing personal, nothing warm. The smell hit me next, cleaning solution, antiseptic, the unmistakable scent of a hospital.A hospital.Panic fluttered weakly in my chest.I tried to sit up.Agony lanced through me, sharp enough to steal the air from my lungs. I cried out, my hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth sheets as my vision blurred.“Don’t move.”The voic
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Chapter: His MistakeChapter 1Shay's POV The silk of my dress felt like a lie against my skin.It was a cheap, off-the-rack piece I’d found at a thrift store and tailored myself. I had worn it with the hopes that tonight would be the night everything changed. For three years, I had been the ghost in the machine of Falcone Enterprises. I had skipped meals so Massimo could afford the high-end suits for his pitches. I had stayed up until 4:00 AM correcting his spreadsheets, my eyes blurring until the numbers looked like ants.I didn't mind the sacrifices. I loved him. And tonight, as I looked at the shimmering gold-and-black banner that read FALCONE ENTERPRISES: THE BILLION-DOLLAR ASCENSION, I felt like we had both won.I pressed my hand against my stomach, a secret smile tugging at my lips. I hadn’t told him yet. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, after the champagne, after the cheers to tell him that he wasn't just a billionaire now; he was going to be a father."And now," Massimo’s voice boomed,
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