The CEO's Secret Wife, The Ex-Fiance's Worst Nightmare
On her birthday, Jasmine instead received destruction. Her face was ruined by an accident, and the love she believed would last forever collapsed in an instant.
“I’m disgusted by the way you look now,” Christopher said coldly, canceling their wedding without guilt.
“Didn’t you promise you would stay with me?” Jasmine’s voice trembled.
“That promise applied when you were still perfect,” the man replied cruelly.
The betrayal did not stop there. Christopher chose Valentina—Jasmine’s stepsister, who had long been jealous and full of ambition. Even more painful, Jasmine’s biological father took Valentina’s side. The house turned into hell; insults and mockery became daily fare.
Leaving with wounds and shattered pride, Jasmine nearly lost everything—until fate brought her together with a mysterious old man. Jasmine’s courage in saving the old man led her to Jaden King, the heir to a respected business empire.
“You don’t need to be perfect to be worthy,” Jaden said gently, looking at Jasmine without disgust, without pity.
From a discarded woman, Jasmine rose to become the wife of a business ruler. When she returned, Christopher and Valentina laughed at her.
“Jaden King’s wife? Don’t joke,” they mocked.
But the laughter turned into fear when Jaden appeared and said firmly,
“She is my wife. And starting today, your lives are over.”
Love, betrayal, rebirth, and revenge—will Jasmine forgive, or will she settle every wound that once destroyed her?
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Chapter: Night fell earlier than usualThe city lights flickered on one by one, like rows of silent eyes watching from below. From the wide window of her apartment, Jasmine stood perfectly still. Her arms were folded across her chest, but her thoughts were moving far faster than the traffic streaming beneath her.The meeting earlier that afternoon had not been a simple conversation.It had been a reading of positions.A quiet measurement of power.And every word spoken had been a calculated move across an invisible board.Including Christopher’s.Her phone vibrated.The screen lit up.The same name.A single letter that never changed.**J.**Jasmine didn’t open it immediately. She let the screen glow for a few seconds before it dimmed again. Not hesitation—just habit. She never allowed herself to look eager.Finally, she unlocked it.> *Headquarters is moving faster than we predicted.*A faint curve touched her lips.She typed calmly.> *Because he’s panicking.*The reply didn’t come right away. Three dots appeared… disapp
Last Updated: 2026-02-24
Chapter: The Disguised TrialThe invitation arrived in the morning.It was not official. There was no logo. Just a brief message written in polite sentences and a time frame far too flexible to be called a coincidence.Christopher read it again before sending a short reply: *Alright.*He chose a neutral location—a business restaurant on the top floor of an office building. Not too luxurious, not too quiet. A place safe enough to talk without important witnesses.Jasmine arrived on time.Her dress was simple, its cut firm and precise. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders. There was no trace of nervousness on her face. No sign that she was about to face someone who had once held half of her life.Christopher stood. “Thank you for coming.”“Your invitation was clear,” Jasmine replied briefly.They sat across from each other. A waiter came, took their orders, and left. Silence stretched between them.“I didn’t expect you to return like this,” Christopher finally said.“Like what?” Jasmine asked.“Calm,” he answere
Last Updated: 2026-02-22
Chapter: The Name That Was Not ListedChristopher did not come home on time.It was past midnight when he was still sitting in his office, accompanied by a desk lamp and stacks of files. His jacket was off, his tie loosened. For the first time in a long while, he was working not to control—but to catch up.“Find all partners connected to that analysis,” he ordered briefly.The assistant across the desk nodded quickly. “We’ve traced them, Sir. The names that appeared… are unfamiliar.”“Unfamiliar doesn’t mean unimportant,” Christopher replied coldly.He stood and walked to the window. The city below looked calm, as if nothing had shifted. Yet he knew something was being pulled from beneath the surface.---At home, Valentina waited with a tense expression.“Did you find anything?” she asked the moment Christopher entered.“Not yet,” he answered shortly.“There’s no way the headquarters would move without a reason,” Valentina pressed. “Jasmine doesn’t have that kind of power.”Christopher set down his car keys. “You’re stil
Last Updated: 2026-02-21
Chapter: The Crack That Begins to ShowValentina did not sleep well that night.The image of Jasmine’s face—calm, whole, and untouched—kept appearing every time she closed her eyes. Not the face of a woman who had returned to mourn, but someone who had come with a position.That morning, she stood in front of the mirror for far too long.“I’m his wife,” she murmured, like a mantra. “I’m the one who won.”Yet that conviction felt fragile.---At the branch office, the atmosphere was not as usual.Several meetings were postponed. Several reports were requested again. Valentina caught whispers that stopped every time she walked past.She entered Christopher’s office without knocking.“Why is the headquarters requesting an additional audit?” she asked sharply.Christopher let out a breath. “Procedure.”“Since when do procedures come one after another?” she pressed.Christopher stared at his computer screen. “Since this project was considered sensitive.”Valentina fell silent for a moment. “Because of Jasmine.”Christopher snor
Last Updated: 2026-02-20
Chapter: Calculated StepsMorning in that city began with a meeting.The conference room on the twenty-first floor was filled with digital screens, projection charts, and faces accustomed to reading opportunities. Jasmine sat in one of the chairs without a prominent name label. She was present as an observer, not a decision-maker.Yet every note she made—concise, precise—drew attention.“This coastal data isn’t synchronized,” said a young executive. “The risk is high.”Jasmine lifted her head. “Risk can be managed,” she said calmly. “What cannot be managed is assumption without verification.”Several pairs of eyes turned. A middle-aged man crossed his arms. “And in your opinion, how should it be verified?”“Cross-check the logistics contracts with the branch cash flow,” Jasmine answered briefly. “There’s an unnatural time gap.”The room fell silent for a moment.A consultant looked at the screen, then nodded slowly. “She’s right.”There was no victorious smile on Jasmine’s face. She returned to writing, as if
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
Chapter: The Dining Table That Was Never Warm*The invitation arrived in the afternoon.A cream envelope with handwriting too neat to be called sincere. Jasmine recognized the style without needing to read the sender’s name.Florentina.Jasmine looked at the invitation for a few seconds before placing it back on the table. A family dinner. A classic reason. A pretext always used when someone wanted to judge, not welcome.She exhaled slowly.“Alright,” she murmured. “Let’s settle this one by one.”---The house still stood in the same place.A tall iron gate, a wide yard, and a chandelier that always shone too brightly—as if to show that its occupants never lacked anything, except warmth.Jasmine stepped inside calmly.The servants bowed politely, clearly surprised to see a face so unfamiliar yet somehow familiar. No one dared to ask.In the dining room, Florentina was already seated at the end of the table. Her back straight, her attitude cold. Beside her, Jasmine’s father—silent, mostly looking down at his own plate. As if the pr
Last Updated: 2026-02-17
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