All Chapters of The CEO's Secret Wife, The Ex-Fiance's Worst Nightmare: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

24 Chapters

The Day My Engagement Died

“Jasmine, I’ve made a decision.”Christopher stood stiffly in front of the hospital bed. His gaze was cold, showing no longing or relief at all that Jasmine had finally woken up. A few days ago, the woman had nearly lost her life. But now, the man standing before her looked like a complete stranger.Still weak, Jasmine slowly turned her head. Her face felt stiff, sore, and heavy beneath the stitches that still covered her skin. But the most painful thing was not the physical pain—it was the tone of the man standing before her.“What decision?” she asked softly, her heart pounding uncontrollably.Christopher let out a short breath, then looked at Jasmine’s face with an expression he did not even try to hide—disgust. “I can’t continue this relationship. We can’t get married.”Those words struck Jasmine harder than the accident that had nearly taken her life.“What do you mean?” Her voice trembled. “We already planned our wedding. I’m still the same person, Chris.”“You’re not the same a

Condemned by Blood and Betrayal

Liam Maximus slowly rubbed his face, then shook his head. “Valentina is more important than you, Jasmine. She will bring happiness to our family.”Once again, Jasmine’s heart truly ached. The world and everything in it seemed no longer necessary to her. Jasmine felt as if she had been destroyed by cruelty and lies. She could not imagine life without Christopher—the man she truly loved.Christopher looked at Jasmine with a cold expression. “Don’t cry, Jasmine. You have to be strong.”Jasmine glanced at him with sorrowful eyes. She tried not to cry, but Jasmine could not be strong. She felt like a little child who had lost her toy. She could not hold herself back from crying, could not stop feeling the deep sadness. Jasmine truly felt like screaming at the top of her lungs. Until finally, her tears poured down heavily like rain that never stopped soaking the earth.“You are all truly heartless!” Jasmine screamed. The wound in her heart seemed to widen along with the cold and cynical sta

When Rage Becomes a Weapon

After several days of undergoing intensive treatment at the hospital, Jasmine was finally allowed to go home. Her face was covered with bandages that wrapped around her wounds. She walked slowly out of the room, accompanied by a nurse who helped her carry a bag containing her belongings.When she arrived in the waiting room, Jasmine did not see a single person welcoming her. Her heart truly suffered. Apparently, there was not a single person who cared about her. The nurse beside her also let out a long sigh while looking at her with pity, as if she understood what Jasmine was feeling at that moment.“You have to be strong, Jasmine,” Jasmine whispered. Encouraging herself.Now, Jasmine walked toward the apartment that Christopher had bought for her. Her body still felt weak, and her heart still felt painful. She could not get rid of the pain and disappointment she felt after receiving Christopher’s unilateral decision.When Jasmine opened the apartment door, she was greeted by Valentin

Condemned Without Truth

Jasmine stared in shock and disbelief, her eyes widening with profound astonishment. She saw Valentina still clinging tightly to Christopher, her face full of pretense and fear. The fragments of the flower vase slipped from her hand, and she felt as if she were waking up from a nightmare.Her hands trembled as Jasmine tried to speak, but no sound came out. She felt as though she were being strangled by sorrow and disappointment. “W-What… what are you doing, Valentina?” she finally managed to say, her voice shaking.“Why are you asking Valentina? We should be the ones asking you that, Jasmine!” Florentina shouted in a high voice, her gaze sharp and piercing.Christopher looked at Jasmine with cold, furious eyes. “What were you going to do to Valentina, Jasmine?!” he asked, his voice filled with anger.Valentina grew even more hysterical, clinging tightly to Christopher. “Chris, please help me! She wants to kill me! I’m really scared!” she screamed this time, her voice full of pretense.

The Wedding Where She Returned

Jasmine walked into the building where Christopher and Valentina’s wedding reception was being held, with beautiful hair and an elegant gown. She carried a box that might contain a gift for Christopher and Valentina. The atmosphere of the place looked solemn and warm, with sparkling lights and soft music.However, Jasmine could not enjoy the atmosphere. Jasmine’s eyes were immediately fixed on the two people who were now king and queen, Christopher and Valentina. They stood on the stage, with happy smiles and sparkling eyes. Christopher held Valentina’s hand, and the two of them looked like a perfect couple.Jasmine felt as if she were being slashed by a very sharp knife. Her heart ached terribly, and she could not suppress the flames of jealousy burning inside her. She saw Christopher’s smile directed at Valentina, and she felt as if she were about to explode.Jasmine did not realize that she had crushed the glass in her hand until it shattered. The sound of the breaking glass made s

Shattered Vows

Jasmine staggered as she left the reception hall, which was still filled with the glow of crystal lights and the laughter of invited guests. Wedding music could still be faintly heard from behind the large doors slowly closing behind her. The white gown that wrapped her body—the gown she was supposed to wear as a bride—was now stained with brownish blood. Her own blood.She stopped on the sidewalk, lowered her head, then let out a soft laugh. A laugh that sounded more like a suppressed sob.“How ridiculous my life is,” she murmured quietly.The night wind swept through her disheveled hair. A sharp sting spread across her face every time the cold air touched the wounds that were not yet fully covered by bandages. The skin of her face felt tight, aching, and burning. Her hands were still trembling, her palms and fingers covered in dried blood, remnants of wounds that had not even been cleaned yet.But Jasmine did not care.She sat on an empty park bench, hugging her knees to herself. He

The Day She Was Cast Out

“What do you mean, Mother?” Jasmine turned her head slowly. Her gaze was cold, sharp, and distant—as if the woman before her was no longer someone she had ever called mother. “Do you think I still hope for Christopher?” Her lips curved into a thin smile filled with irony. “Do you think I still want that marriage?”She let out a soft chuckle. A brief, hollow laugh, devoid of joy.“Haha. Of course not.”Yet behind those words, her chest felt tight. Old wounds were torn open once more. Promises, love, and a future she had once believed in so deeply were now nothing but ruins. Not because she still wanted them—but because everything had been ripped away from her in the cruelest way.Florentina stared at Jasmine with a sharp gaze. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her posture rigid, as if she were judging a defendant. “Stop lying!” she shouted harshly, without a shred of empathy. “Do you think we’re stupid? This is all too much of a coincidence!”Before Jasmine could respond, another v

When Jasmine Walked Away

Jasmine truly left.She walked away from that house without looking back, without carrying a bag, without spare clothes, without anything except the fabric clinging to her body and the blood still drying on the palm of her hand. Her steps were unsteady, her breathing irregular, but she forced herself to keep moving.The night air pierced her skin. The streets were quiet, city lights shimmering faintly in the distance. Every time she glanced back, shadows of the past seemed to chase her—shouts, harsh words, and pain that had yet to subside.“I can’t stop,” she murmured softly.She hitchhiked from one vehicle to another. Vegetable trucks, open-bed pickups, even private cars whose drivers took pity on her condition. Jasmine did not talk much. Her eyes were empty, her thoughts chaotic. All she knew was that she had to get as far away from that place as possible.City after city passed. Day turned into night, night returned to morning. Her body grew weaker, small wounds began to sting. But

A Safe Place

Jasmine fell silent for quite a long time.John King’s question hung in the air—simple, yet striking the deepest part of her chest. She stared at the ceiling of the room, trying to hold back the tremor in her eyes.“I…” Her voice caught. “I’m alone.”Jaden, who had been standing near the door, immediately turned. His gaze hardened—not out of suspicion, but because of a pity he could not hide.“No family?” John asked softly, almost whispering.Jasmine shook her head. “Not anymore.”That answer made John let out a long breath. He sat on the chair beside Jasmine’s bed, looking at her with a face far gentler than before.“You’re badly hurt,” John said. “Not only in your body.”Jasmine gave a faint, bitter smile. “Everyone is hurt, Grandpa.”“But not everyone keeps helping others while they themselves are shattered,” John replied calmly.Jaden nodded slowly. “Father is right.”Jasmine finally turned toward Jaden. Their eyes met. The man’s gaze was sharp, mature, yet held a sincerity that m

The Wound Beneath the Skin

Jasmine woke with a pain that still faithfully nested in her face.Not a sharp pain, but a restrained sting, as if the skin of her face remembered every second of the accident that had nearly taken everything. She moved her fingers slowly, making sure her body could still respond. Her breathing was steady, though her chest felt heavy.She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.The room was too large. Too clean. Too quiet for someone like her.“Still alive,” Jasmine murmured softly.The door opened without a sound. Footsteps approached—firm, yet unhurried.“You’re awake.”The man’s voice made Jasmine turn her head. Jaden stood near the door, wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His face was calm, his gaze sharp but not intimidating.“How long?” Jasmine asked faintly.“About ten minutes,” Jaden replied. “The nurse said you might wake up this morning.”Jasmine gave a small nod. She wanted to sit up, but even the slightest movement made her face pull with pain.Jaden immedi

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