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IslaI turned off my phone without a second thought and let the weight of the day drag me into sleep.When I opened my eyes again, it was to soft kisses fluttering against my cheeks. I blinked up, half-dazed, and found Rolin’s smirking face hovering above me like the trouble he was.“Good evening, butterfly,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Or should I say… wife? How was your day?”I squinted at him. “What time is it?”“7:32 p.m.”I hummed and sank deeper into the sheets. “Have you eaten anything?”He stretched beside me and shrugged. “Not really. Grandma’s cooking.”That made me shoot up. “And you didn’t wake me?” I smacked his chest lightly. “You just let me sleep while food was being made?”He grinned. “Didn’t want to disturb my wife.”Then he leaned in close, lowering his voice. “you were just being sweet in front of Abigail today. Was someone feeling a little jealous?”I rolled my eyes so hard it could’ve been audible and dodged him, making him lose balance
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-13Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Begging.
IslaI told Rolin I was heading to see Jane.He didn’t ask questions—just nodded with that unreadable look of his. We told Grandma we were stepping out, and as we walked toward the driveway, he glanced at my car and smirked.“Your car taste hasn’t changed,” he said, like it was some inside joke.“It’s called loyalty,” I replied, sliding into the seat like I owned the world.When I pulled up outside Alex’s house, I rolled my eyes. The place looked smaller—uglier—now that I wasn’t trapped in it. I stared at the driveway and made a silent promise: I’m taking it all back.I bought this house. And like a fool, I signed it over to him. That ends today.I walked in with the confidence of a woman who knew her worth—and the weight of the potted plant I’d grabbed randomly from a roadside shop, just for cover.Jane opened the door like she’d been waiting to smile her way out of a scandal. I didn’t even glance at her. Inside, Alex sat on the couch like a smug prince, champagne glasses already wai
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-14Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Drug
Isla Or at least, that’s what I wanted to do. In my head, I hit him. Over and over again. Blood. Bruises. Confusion in his eyes. But in reality? My hands stayed glued to my sides, trembling. I clenched my jaw and screamed in my mind. Instead, I did the next best thing—I tapped my power button five times. Emergency alert sent. Rolin would come running soon. “Get the hell off me,” I said, shoving Alex so hard he lost balance and stumbled backward. His shock amused me for a split second. Jane rushed to his side like some dollar-store nurse. “Isla, just breathe, okay? Sit down for a minute—” “Don’t touch me.” I shoved past her, storming out like the floor was lava beneath my feet. My vision blurred, my chest tightened. Stay focused, Isla. Don’t fall. Don’t faint. Just walk. Each step felt like a war. The air was hot, too thick. My head throbbed, and my body ached like pins were sewing themselves into my skin. By the time I reached my car, my hands were shaking. I collapsed int
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-15Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Trouble
Isla “I know you’re in there, Isla. Open up—let me help you.” Alex. Another knock. Louder this time. I looked up at Rolin, still floating in the aftermath of everything we’d just done. His whole vibe shifted—hard and cold, instantly on guard. Without saying a word, he pulled me closer, tucking my head against his chest like I was something breakable. I felt him tense as he reached past me and cracked the window open. Barely enough to see inside, but just enough for Alex to catch a glimpse of what we were doing— two bodies wrapped together. I heard him suck in a breath. “Uh…” Alex fumbled. “Sorry, I… thought you were someone else. Wrong car… you can continue… don’t mind me.” His nervous laugh died in the air—right as a low moan slipped from my lips. I didn’t plan it. Couldn’t stop it. My body was still burning, still chasing after every bit of Rolin, and the fact that Alex was standing right there? God help me, it only made it worse. Rolin didn’t miss a beat. Just hummed, slow
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-16Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Red
Isla “Father, what do you mean?” Rolin’s voice cut through the air, sharp with disbelief. I watched as he dropped his spoon, the clink of metal against ceramic echoing louder than it should have. “I meant exactly what I said,” his father replied, his tone cool and absolute. “Let’s go talk in the study.” He didn’t wait for a response—just stood and walked away like he owned the air in the room. I sighed under my breath, glancing down at the untouched food. Great. Dinner’s ruined and this mac and cheese is going straight to the trash. Rolin followed after him, his back tense, shoulders stiff. And just like that, I was left alone… with Abigail. Perfect. She slinked to the living room like a cat in someone else’s house—touching things she had no business touching, grazing her fingers across our coffee table, our artifacts like she belonged in them. I said nothing. Just gathered the plates, scraped the food into the bin, and cleaned up the kitchen in silence. Every scrub o
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-17Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Abused
Isla I stepped out of my leisure room, brushing invisible dust off my fingers, ready to head back to our bedroom—when the study door creaked open. Rolin and his father emerged, both looking carved from stone. I offered his father a polite nod, swallowing the bitterness still coating my tongue from earlier. He didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I was air. No, less than air. At least air has presence. Rolin gave me a small smile, the kind that said I’m sorry. I turned my face away. I didn’t owe him softness tonight. I reached our room, closed the door gently, then let my back slide down against it like a broken hinge. My body folded into itself as my lungs tried to remember how to breathe. And then—quiet, painful sobs spilled out. They came in waves, crashing against the inside of my chest until I couldn’t tell where the ache ended and I began. I don’t know how long I sat there like that. Eventually, I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold wat
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-17Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Fight
Rolin“I want you to take Abigail in as a mistress.”The words dropped like a bomb, and I froze.My spoon clattered against the ceramic plate, the sound louder than thunder in the stunned silence that followed.I looked up at him slowly. “Father… what do you mean?”He didn’t flinch. “I meant exactly what I said.” Cool. Unbothered. Like he’d just asked me to pass the salt.“Let’s go talk in the study.”He stood before I could reply, acting like he owned the goddamn air we breathed.My jaw clenched. I glanced at Isla. She wasn’t looking at me—she was staring at the untouched food with that unreadable expression she wore when she was trying not to feel anything.God. I ruined dinner.Again.I followed my father out of the dining room, back stiff, teeth grinding. The storm inside me was starting to spill over, and I knew if I didn’t calm down, I’d blow.The second we entered the study, the air shifted—thick with old resentments and cold authority.He made himself comfortable in my chair.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-18Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Calling
RolinI stood there for a while—just breathing.Or trying to.The room felt like it was closing in on me, every second louder than the last, every breath heavier. Her words still echoed in my skull like gunshots. I didn’t know what kind of pain this was—it didn’t have a name. It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t heartbreak. It was something darker.And then I moved.I didn’t even remember walking over to the shelf where I kept my keys, but there I was—grabbing one of the fobs without checking which car it belonged to. My hands moved on their own, like they were running from the rest of me.Seconds later, I was behind the wheel of my Ferrari, the engine screaming as I tore down the street like a man with no brakes and no reason to stop.I didn’t know where I was going.But I knew where I couldn’t be—not in that house. Not under the same roof as her. Not after what she said.The roads blurred under me until I found myself in front of my usual place—private club, no press, no noise. Just cold drink
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RolinJamie walked in like he always did—efficient, unbothered, a little too stiff for a guy in his twenties. “Chairman, do you need anything?”I didn’t answer him. I was too busy watching her.I moved toward the window, one slow step at a time, drawn by instinct more than curiosity. And there she was—Isla. My Butterfly. Slipping into Raymond’s car like she had a mission to complete and a war to win.Of course she did.Jamie joined me by the glass, brows pulling together in confusion. “Chairman?”“Prepare to leak the tax evasion files,” I said, voice even, cold. “Let’s give Alex our wedding gift.”Jamie blinked. “Chairman, I thought you— I mean… your memories of Madam Isla—weren’t they still… gone?”I turned to him slowly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. “Keep that between us.”He straightened. “Yes, sir.”“She’s out delivering the first gift,” I continued. “The real explosion’s tomorrow.”He nodded, and I knew he wouldn’t ask further. That’s what I liked about J
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Isla I jerked back like I’d been slapped. My lips still tingled from the kiss.“Are your memories back?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my pulse clawing at my throat.He blinked at me with those soft, utterly confused eyes and shrugged. “No… it just felt right to call you that.”Butterfly.He said it like a secret he didn’t know he’d kept.Then he leaned back against the pillows like a guilty child who’d just pocketed candy from a store. My racing heart finally slowed, but the ache lingered. I offered a tight-lipped smile like it was all okay.It’s not.My phone buzzed in my hand.Raymond: The package has been delivered. I’m outside the hospital waiting.God, I love that man’s efficiency. I mentally gave him a fist bump. Mission phase one—complete.I turned back to Rolin, who was casually chewing on another apple slice like he hadn’t just cracked my soul open with a single word.“I’ll be back soon,” I told him. “Sending Jamie in to keep you company.”He nodded, already distra
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Isla I stood outside the hospital room, watching him through the glass like a ghost stuck between realities. Inside, Lydia was peeling fruit for him, her silver hair catching the light as she smiled softly. Carlotta sat by the corner, laughing at something Rolin had said, the sound muffled through the glass. I couldn’t hear them, but I could feel the warmth in the room… warmth I wasn’t part of. The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a curse. He’s blocking you out. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped in with a smile that barely clung to my face. The laughter died down the moment I entered, like someone had pressed mute on a remote. Then his eyes found mine. Those piercing eyes, curious and blank and too unfamiliar. He motioned for me to come closer, and I obeyed like gravity had chosen him as my anchor. He picked up a slice of apple and without a word, placed it between my lips. My breath hitched. My cheeks flushed. And Lydia—of course—snickered. Carlo
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IslaI woke up to a feeling—that strange, creeping sense of being watched. My eyelids were heavy, my body sore, but something tugged at my consciousness.And then I saw him.His eyes.Open.Confused.Alive.Rolin was staring at me.My breath caught in my throat. For a heartbeat, I thought I was dreaming. But then he looked down at our hands—mine still wrapped around his—and then back at my face like I was a stranger who somehow ended up in his bed.I shot up, my fingers reaching for his face, gently cupping his cheek. “Rolin,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Are you okay?”He blinked. Confusion twisted his brow. “Who are you?”The world tilted.Those three words cracked something open inside me.I froze. Air thinned. Then I remembered what the doctor had said—partial memory loss. It was possible. It was expected.I steadied myself, forcing my heart to stop panicking.“I’m your wife,” I said softly. “Hold on, okay? I’ll get the doctor.”I sprinted out of the room, nearly colliding with
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IslaThe doctor’s mouth moved, but for a second, I couldn’t hear a thing.Then the words hit me.“There was damage—close to the frontal lobe. His brain… shut down momentarily. He’s in a coma.”The floor might as well have collapsed under me.“But that’s not all,” he added, like the universe hadn’t already taken enough. “If he wakes up—there’s a chance he might suffer partial memory loss.”I gasped. A soundless, sharp inhale like my lungs were too scared to function.Still, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My knees buckled, swaying under the weight of the truth, and the doctor stood to steady me, concern etched into every line on his face.“I’m fine,” I lied.I gave him a stiff, polite nod and walked out, feeling like I was moving through water. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I followed the fluorescent-lit hallways to the VIP ward.When I stepped into the room, there he was—Rolin.Pale. Still. Like death was flirting with him but hadn’t yet kissed him.I sat down b
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Isla I walked out of the room with my fists clenched, heart thundering like a war drum in my chest. A part of me—the stupid, soft part—screamed at me to turn around. To run back to him. To grab his face and say I didn’t mean any of it. That I was just angry. Hurt. Scared. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Instead, I took my fury somewhere it wouldn’t hurt anyone but myself—the gym. I stormed downstairs, not bothering with the elevator when I saw the red “Under Maintenance” sign glowing like a warning. Fitting. By the time I got to the gym, I was already boiling. I didn’t stretch. Didn’t breathe. I just slipped on the gloves and went straight for the bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each punch landed harder than the last. His voice. My voice. The things we said. The things we didn’t. My knuckles throbbed, sweat dripped down my spine, and I welcomed the burn. I wanted to hit until I felt nothing. But eventually, exhaustion crept in. I let the gloves fall to the floor, grabbed my wat
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RolinI stood there for a while—just breathing.Or trying to.The room felt like it was closing in on me, every second louder than the last, every breath heavier. Her words still echoed in my skull like gunshots. I didn’t know what kind of pain this was—it didn’t have a name. It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t heartbreak. It was something darker.And then I moved.I didn’t even remember walking over to the shelf where I kept my keys, but there I was—grabbing one of the fobs without checking which car it belonged to. My hands moved on their own, like they were running from the rest of me.Seconds later, I was behind the wheel of my Ferrari, the engine screaming as I tore down the street like a man with no brakes and no reason to stop.I didn’t know where I was going.But I knew where I couldn’t be—not in that house. Not under the same roof as her. Not after what she said.The roads blurred under me until I found myself in front of my usual place—private club, no press, no noise. Just cold drink
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Rolin“I want you to take Abigail in as a mistress.”The words dropped like a bomb, and I froze.My spoon clattered against the ceramic plate, the sound louder than thunder in the stunned silence that followed.I looked up at him slowly. “Father… what do you mean?”He didn’t flinch. “I meant exactly what I said.” Cool. Unbothered. Like he’d just asked me to pass the salt.“Let’s go talk in the study.”He stood before I could reply, acting like he owned the goddamn air we breathed.My jaw clenched. I glanced at Isla. She wasn’t looking at me—she was staring at the untouched food with that unreadable expression she wore when she was trying not to feel anything.God. I ruined dinner.Again.I followed my father out of the dining room, back stiff, teeth grinding. The storm inside me was starting to spill over, and I knew if I didn’t calm down, I’d blow.The second we entered the study, the air shifted—thick with old resentments and cold authority.He made himself comfortable in my chair.
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Isla I stepped out of my leisure room, brushing invisible dust off my fingers, ready to head back to our bedroom—when the study door creaked open. Rolin and his father emerged, both looking carved from stone. I offered his father a polite nod, swallowing the bitterness still coating my tongue from earlier. He didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I was air. No, less than air. At least air has presence. Rolin gave me a small smile, the kind that said I’m sorry. I turned my face away. I didn’t owe him softness tonight. I reached our room, closed the door gently, then let my back slide down against it like a broken hinge. My body folded into itself as my lungs tried to remember how to breathe. And then—quiet, painful sobs spilled out. They came in waves, crashing against the inside of my chest until I couldn’t tell where the ache ended and I began. I don’t know how long I sat there like that. Eventually, I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold wat
