60 Days Before the Apocalypse,I Divorced My Cheating Husband
Hailey Young died begging her cheating husband to save her.
He watched her drown.
Now, she has been reborn sixty days before the apocalypse—with every betrayal still burning in her memory.
In her previous life, Derek Klein used Hailey for her money, cheated on her with his brother’s widow, and abandoned her when the flood came. Worse, Hailey discovered that the child she raised was never hers. Her real daughter had been taken from her at birth.
This time, Hailey refuses to be the obedient wife who sacrifices everything for a family that never loved her.
“Derek, we're over. Get ready for the divorce.”
“What? Hailey, you can't be serious!”
“I've never been more serious in my life.”
With a mysterious survival system awakened inside her and sixty days until the catastrophic Typhoon Wave, Hailey has only one goal: prepare, survive, and make everyone who betrayed her regret it.
She wins fifty million dollars, cuts off her husband's family, fills her secret storage space with supplies, and begins searching for the daughter stolen from her.
But Derek isn't willing to let his golden goose walk away.
He wants his wife back.
Hailey wants something else.
Revenge.
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Chapter: Chapter 20Giada woke with every muscle in her body protesting, and she lay in the soft penthouse bed for a full minute before she dared to sit up."Ow." She groaned at the ceiling and swung her legs over the edge, moving like a woman of ninety. "Brooke Sullivan, I will remember this."She limped to the kitchen, made a cup of black coffee, and opened the trading app on her phone with a thumb that hardly worked. The screen lit up in bright green, and a slow, wicked smile crept over her face as she read the number at the top.Her phone rang before she could finish her second sip, and the name on it was Neil Foster, the broker who handled the handful of stocks she remembered from her old life."Good morning, Ms. Vitale." His voice was breathless and bright, the voice of a man who had been up since dawn. "Have you seen your account?""I'm looking at it right now, and I'm trying not to purr." She leaned on the counter, grinning into her cup. "How much did I make while I slept?""One point five millio
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: Chapter 19The old Vitale house had no room left for a failure, and by six that evening Enzo and Matteo were standing on the front path with a small bag between them."Don't come back until she opens that door." Teresa tossed the car keys at Enzo's chest and slammed the screen behind her. "And keep the boy's face wet.""Mama!" Matteo pressed his nose to the glass, his gray coat buttoned to his chin. "I'm hungry, and I don't want to cry anymore.""Then think of something sad." Sal's voice drifted from the sofa, bored and cruel. "Think of your daddy's money going down the drain."The door locked with a click, and the porch light went dark. Enzo stood there with his jaw working, and the boy slipped a cold hand into his."Are we going to see Mama Giada?" Matteo peered up at him, hopeful."We're going to see the villa." Enzo yanked the car door open, his voice rough. "Get in, and don't ask me anything else."Maplewood Estates lay at the edge of the city behind a tall iron fence, and the villa at the
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: Chapter 18Enzo woke on the porch boards with his cheek stuck to a puddle of spilled wine, and the first thing he heard was laughter."Twenty million dollars!" A man on the sidewalk howled and slapped his knee. "I should have asked for a loan before he tripped over his own mouth.""Walt, hush." Mrs. Palmer tugged her husband's sleeve, but her shoulders were shaking, and the plate of cookies she had brought was already tucked back under her arm. "I left the stove on, and we should go.""You didn't leave anything on, Barbara." Walt wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. "You just want to tell Linda before she hears it from somebody else."One by one the neighbors drifted off the lawn, whispering behind their hands, and the crowd that had lifted Teresa like a queen an hour earlier now stepped around her as if she were a puddle. Two teenagers across the street held up their phones, and a boy of about fifteen shouted a joke that made the whole sidewalk burst out laughing."Palace for the Vitales!" He cup
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 17"Which house?" Enzo laughed into the phone, leaning against the hallway wall with his eyes closed. "Nadia, we could buy the whole street.""No, we won't buy it here." Her whisper turned sharp and bright, the voice of a woman who had already packed. "Everyone in this city has read that article, Enzo. I can't walk into a grocery store without somebody pointing.""Then where do you want to go?" He opened his eyes, and a slow grin spread across his face. "Name it.""Somewhere with a coastline and no newspapers, Spain, Portugal, maybe the south of France." She sighed dreamily, and he could hear her kicking off her shoes. "Twenty million dollars buys a lot of quiet, and nobody over there knows our names.""And Dario?" He tried to sound casual, though his heart thumped. "He's still your husband.""Dario can keep the cat and the mortgage." Her laugh slid down the line like a drop of oil. "I'll send the papers once the money clears. Now go tell your mother, and make her cry.""With pleasure, my
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 16Enzo came back to the world with a wet paper towel on his forehead and a stranger's voice shouting in his ear."Sir, can you tell me your name? Sir, stay with me." The dispatcher's voice crackled from the phone in Martin's hand. "Is he breathing?""He's breathing, and he's drooling on my carpet." Martin pressed the phone to his chest and peered down at him with a mix of fear and disgust. "Enzo, do you know where you are?""In your office." Enzo pushed himself up on one elbow, his head spinning like a washing machine. "How long was I out?""About forty seconds." Martin lifted the phone again, his voice flat and tired. "False alarm, ma'am, he only fainted. Please cancel the ambulance.""Forty seconds?" Enzo accepted a cup of water from the receptionist and gulped it down, his hand shaking. "I had a dream that she had thirty nine million dollars.""That wasn't a dream, and she doesn't have thirty nine." Martin helped him into a chair and sat on the edge of the desk. "She has more, and tha
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 15Halfway through the steak, Giada dabbed her lips and slid her chair back from the table."Order the chocolate soufflé for us," she told Helen with a lazy smile. "I'll be back before it falls."The restrooms lay down a narrow hall behind the wine cellar, and she had barely reached the door when a hand slapped the wall beside her head."Not so fast." Enzo planted himself in her path, his chest still heaving, his tie crooked. "We aren't finished talking.""Oh, Enzo." Giada glanced at his hand, then at his face, and let out a tired little sigh. "Your lawyer would have a stroke if he saw this.""My lawyer isn't here, and neither is yours." He leaned closer and lowered his voice into a hiss. "You planned all of it, didn't you? The restaurant, the table next to ours, the oysters, the lobster, every bit of it, so you could rub our faces in it.""You picked the restaurant, darling. I only picked the seat." Her eyes crinkled, bright with mockery. "Did you think I was following you, or were you h
Last Updated: 2026-10-19
My Abusive Ex Watched Me Marry His Stepbrother
"Sign the contract, Lily. One year as my wife, and I’ll give you everything you've ever dreamed of."
Dante Morrison is cold, ruthless, and everything I should stay away from. He’s also my abusive ex’s billionaire stepbrother—and the only man powerful enough to save me.
When Dante rescues me in a darkened parking garage, he makes me a sinful offer: a one-year marriage of convenience to humiliate his rival and protect my life. The rules are simple—live in his penthouse, wear his ring, and pretend I belong to him.
"This is strictly business, Dante," I whisper, my back pressed against the cool glass of his bedroom window as he steps into my personal space.
"Is it?" His dark, possessive gaze drops to my parted lips. He cages me between his muscular arms, the intoxicating scent of cedarwood and expensive whiskey invading my senses. His rough thumb traces my jawline, sending a scorching jolt of heat straight to my core. "Because right now, wife, business is the last thing on my mind. Tell me to step back, and I will."
I should push him away. I should remember the contract. But as his mouth hovers millimeters from mine, the forbidden, steamy tension between us ignites into an inferno.
I grab the lapels of his tailored suit and pull him against me. "Don't you dare stop."
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Chapter: CHAPTER 79 PART 2I looked at Kyle. He was sitting in the gallery with his jaw locked and his eyes burning and his hands gripping the bench in front of him so hard I could see the tendons standing out against his skin. He looked like a man using every ounce of self control he possessed to keep himself from vaulting over that railing and putting his fist through Kenneth Hartley’s face.Our eyes met. And in that single, silent exchange, he gave me everything I needed.Courage.I turned back to Hartley and stood up in the witness box.“He beat me until I lost our baby.” My voice came out loud. Clear. Steady in a way I did not recognize because it belonged to a version of myself that I had buried under three years of silence and fear and the desperate, exhausting effort of staying alive. “I didn’t seduce anyone. I ran for my life because I thought he would kill me next time.”Hartley opened his mouth.I did not let him speak.“I married Kyle because I had nowhere else to go and Maxton was stalking me. I’m
Last Updated: 2026-11-03
Chapter: CHAPTER 79 PART 1(Lara’s POV)Hartley was not finished with me.He walked back to the defense table, picked up a folder, and returned to the center of the courtroom with the slow, measured steps of a man who believed he was about to deliver a killing blow. The folder was thick. Red. The kind of folder lawyers used when they wanted the jury to notice what was inside before it was even opened.“Mrs. Morrison, let’s talk about your pregnancy.”My blood went cold.“You claim my client caused you to lose your child. Is that correct?”“He beat me while I was seven months pregnant. I went into premature labor and lost the baby at the hospital.”“That is your version of events.” Hartley opened the folder. “But isn’t it also possible that you terminated the pregnancy voluntarily because you had already decided to leave Maxton and a child would complicate your exit strategy?”The words hit me like a punch to the throat. My fingers gripped the railing of the witness box so hard my knuckles turned white.“That is
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Chapter: CHAPTER 78 PART 2Hartley nodded slowly. Sympathetically. Like he cared. Then the warmth drained from his expression and something sharper took its place."Mrs. Morrison, isn't it true that within seventy two hours of leaving your husband, you were living in the penthouse apartment of Kyle Morrison, a man whose net worth is approximately forty times that of your former husband?""Kyle offered me protection. I had nowhere else to go.""Protection. Interesting word." Hartley paced in front of the jury box. "So you left a man you claim abused you and moved directly into the home of his significantly wealthier stepbrother. Would you say the financial upgrade was a coincidence, or was it part of the plan?"My blood heated. I could feel the anger rising in my chest, climbing up my throat, begging me to scream at this man who was standing in a courtroom twisting the worst night of my life into a gold digger narrative for twelve strangers.But Brennan's voice echoed in my head. Stay calm. Answer the question.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 78 PART 1(Lara's POV)I woke up with Kyle's arm around my waist and his breath warm against the back of my neck.For a few seconds, before reality crashed back in, I let myself just feel it. The weight of him beside me. The heat of his chest pressed against my back. The way his fingers rested against my stomach, loose and trusting, like holding me in his sleep was the most natural thing his body had ever done.Last night changed everything.Not just the physical part, though that alone had rewritten something deep inside my brain. The way he touched me was so different from anything I had ever known that it felt like learning a new language. Gentle where Maxton was rough. Patient where Maxton was demanding. Every time his hands moved across my skin, they asked permission without words, and every time I gave it, he treated my body like something worth protecting instead of something to be used.But it was after, lying in the dark with our legs tangled together and his lips pressed against my ha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 77 PART 2Her skin was warm and slippery under my fingers, and the contact sent a current through my body that had nothing to do with concern and everything to do with the fact that I was touching her bare skin while she was wearing almost nothing and my self control was hanging by a thread so thin it was practically invisible."Can you put weight on it?""I think so. It just twisted. Nothing's broken."I slid my arm around her waist and helped her stand. The towel shifted again, and she grabbed it with her free hand, pressing it against her chest. But she was close now. So close I could feel the heat from the shower still rising off her skin and smell the soap she used, something sweet and clean that made my head spin every time I caught it on her pillow or in the air after she left a room."I'm fine, Kyle. You can let go."I should have let go. Every rational part of my brain was screaming at me to release her waist, step back, leave the bathroom, close the door behind me. She was half naked
Last Updated: 2026-10-31
Chapter: CHAPTER 77 PART 1(Kyle's POV)The thirty day deadline was circled in red on my calendar like a bullet wound.Twenty two days left. That was how long I had before the board voted on my removal, and Sarah had spent every single one of the days leading up to it whispering poison into the ears of every shareholder who would listen. Marcus Chen had already flipped three votes in her favor.Two more were leaning. If the count hit majority, I was out, and everything I had built over the past decade would belong to the woman who stole two million dollars from the company she was now trying to take over.The only reason I still had room to breathe was my mother's shares.When she died, she left her fifteen percent stake in Morrison Enterprises to me in a trust that could not be touched, sold, or transferred without my personal authorization.I had signed those shares over to Lara as part of our original agreement, which meant Lara now held enough voting power to block any removal motion as long as she voted in
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