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"Sign these divorce papers. You will be compensated well" Theo spoke coldly as if it's a business transaction. Nina's heart shattered into a million pieces, which he didn't care about. He left as soon as he is done and expected her to sign. Nina loves her husband of two years dearly, only for him to give her the divorce papers in the end. Their marriage was on rocks from the beginning. She became a victim of the mistakes she didn't do, but he never believed her. Heartbroken, she left his house and got into an accident. But neither her husband, nor her parents came to visit her in the hospital. To add fuel to her already burning heart, Nina watches her husband escorting his ex into the hospital because she sprained her ankle. That's when she decided to live for herself and not degrade her anymore. After that, she grew in her career and started shining brightly. Theo started to change and he started to pursue her, especially after they had a wild night together. But Nina is not ready to forgive him. She wants to move on and forget about his existence. She starts dating her friend, only to find out that she is pregnant with Theo's baby. Will she forgive Theo for her baby? Can Theo gain her trust back? Will his manipulative ex let them be get together?

My husband regrets it after we divorced. For four years, I loved him and played the part of the perfect wife, but he treated our marriage like a contract. His heart always belonged to the woman who abandoned him on their wedding day. She returned years later, claiming she was kidnapped on her way to the wedding. My husband believed her, giving her all the attention he never gave me... and ignoring the pain, insults, and humiliation I endured from her and everyone around him. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I left. Years later, I rebuild myself, rise in my career, and become someone no one can ignore. The truth about his lover’s disappearance finally comes out. Now he’s back, on his knees, begging for a second chance, but I am no longer the woman he once took for granted.

"I've been looking forward to this for so long..." Under the cloak of night, I had little choice but to suffer his advances. The advances of my husband. After a night of overindulgence, where I was barely in control of my senses, I slept with him, and things snowballed from there. I had no choice but to marry him and let this stone-broke man come and mooch off my wealth. I made sure to let him see my resentment; I insulted him, belittled him, took out each and every frustration on him. But he never lost his cool. He just sat there and took it, like a meek little lamb. That is, until I started to fall for him. That's when he said he wanted a divorce. Suddenly, my meek little lamb had turned into a snarling wolf. Overnight, my family fortune evaporated, while he had been secretly building his own. Out of nowhere, I was forced to rely on the very man I had looked down on with such contempt.

You want a divorce?" Louis’s voice was cold, unreadable. "Yes," I typed on my iPad. "And this time, I won’t beg." For five years, I was nothing more than a ghost in my own marriage. A substitute bride, a deaf and mute wife who meant nothing to him. Louis never looked at me, never touched me. He paraded his mistresses in front of me, making sure I knew my place, nowhere. But I had secrets of my own. I wasn’t deaf. And I wasn’t weak. When I was kidnapped, I expected Louis to come for me. He didn’t. His indifference shattered me, but it also set me free. I made a deal with the devil, a dangerous man who helped me blackmail my own husband. If Louis wouldn’t let me go, I would destroy him. But things spiraled out of control. Now, I’m trapped. Not just between two dangerous men but between my heart and my freedom. Because despite everything… I think I still love him.

After losing a bet to her adopted younger brother, Peter Conroy, my wife, Ruth Davis, divorced me for the ninth time. I had told her then that if we remarried for a tenth time and divorced again, I would marry someone else. She only laughed and said, “Will, you even donated part of your liver to me. How could you possibly marry anyone else? Besides, apart from me, who would want to marry a broke loser like you?” On the day of our tenth remarriage press conference, Peter left her a key to a beach house and made a bet with her. If she could find him in three hours, he would stay and wish us a lifetime of happiness. The moment Ruth saw the key, her expression turned hesitant. She tore up the remarriage statement and ran off without hesitation. Three hours later, Peter posted a photo on social media. They were lying on a bed in the beach house and admiring the ocean view. I read the caption. [If someone really cares about you, they will cross mountains and seas just to find you.] Without telling Ruth, I withdrew the remarriage application and made a call I had not made in a very long time. “Julienne, is your proposal from back then still valid?” Her voice trembled with barely restrained excitement. “For you, it’ll always be valid.”

The year I die, my wife, Liana Chandler, despises me more than ever before. Unable to handle her endless emotional abuse, I choose to end my own life by swallowing pills. At the crematorium, she watches the roaring flames in the cremation chamber with a rare smile. "Filth like him doesn't deserve a proper burial," she comments. When the employee hands her my cremation urn, she swiftly overturns it, scattering my ashes all over the floor in an instant. All this time, she has believed that I'm the one who caused her first love's death. So, she took great pains to formulate a plan—all for this very moment. When everything is over, she walks away without looking back, trampling my ashes underfoot. But before long, she's on her knees, begging for the funeral parlor to give my ashes back to her.