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The night I caught my husband in my sister’s bed, I lost everything I thought I knew about love. “Harder, Gabriel… say my name.” Hannah’s voice shattered the silence. My sister. My husband. My marriage. Three years of devotion. Three years of sacrifice. Three years of believing I was the woman Gabriel would love until death tore us apart. All of it was a lie. He was touching my sister now I want revenge not his love . Now the most dangerous billionaire wants me

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amelia Hart watches her perfect wedding crumble in seconds. Just as she reaches the altar, the church doors burst open, and a little girl points at her fiancé. "Daddy… why are you marrying another woman?" Before Ethan can explain, whispers spread through the congregation, cameras begin recording, and Amelia walks away with a shattered heart. The world believes Ethan has been living a double life. Amelia believes it too. But when the mysterious little girl disappears without a trace and her mother is found missing, Amelia uncovers a trail of lies that stretches back decades. Every answer leads to another secret, and every secret brings her closer to a truth someone is willing to kill to protect. Was Ethan the man who betrayed her... Or were they both carefully chosen as pawns in a much darker game? As love collides with deception, Amelia must decide whether to trust the man she left at the altar, or risk losing the truth forever.

I am in a serious relationship with Charles. We are in the same class. We love each other completely. One ordinary afternoon we walk into my house and discover my mother and his father in bed. Before either of us can speak, his mother appears in the doorway. She sees everything. She begins to cry, then she jumps from the stairs. My mother and his father run away together. Charles buries his mother and turns every piece of his grief into hatred aimed at me. The school decides I am the reason two families are destroyed. They call me bastard. They call me homewrecker. They come to my house, take what they want, and destroy the rest. Charles writes the word on my door and on my desk. Stephanie, who always wanted him, is now his girlfriend. She pretends to be my friend while she helps keep the wound open. I cry every night. I ask the same questions over and over: What did I do wrong? Why is this my fault? I have no father. I never tried to take Charles’s father. I only loved the boy who is now trying to erase me. This is not a story that happened years ago. This is happening now, and the pain is constant.