Divorce

Died at the hand of her beloved husband, Maya realized her whole marriage was a joke. Watching her husband leaving with her dying on the floor, Maya cursed and cried and fell apart, only to wake up to her wedding day! This time she won't live for anyone but herself, and she won't let androcentrism ruin her career, her marriage and her life!

On the day of my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law updates her social media with a photo. It's my husband's mistress' ultrasound—she's pregnant. Their friends and family congratulate her. Meanwhile, I share a premarital medical report. It belongs to her son, Owen Wade. It also clearly indicates he has congenital necrospermia. There's no way I'll want a man who can't have kids!

Being his wife for three years, she receives nothing but insult and maltreat. No one treats her as the hostess of the family. Instead, she needs to take all the housework to satisty everyone. Even so, they still believe that she doesn't deserve her husband. But so what? She doesn't care how others see her. She would be more than satisfied and happy as long as he is with her. But does everything happen as her wish? The answer is no! Until a divorce paper is thrown on her face, she realizes that he never loves her during their marriage. Not a slice of love! All hope smashed, she takes off the docile mask which she thinks he might like and returns to her families. When she shows up at the ball, her glamour and confidence attract all the attention. Everyone wonders why she is permitted to attend. Yet her true identity makes their jaws drop. The poor girl from countryside turns out to be the daughter of the richest and the most mysterious family! Who could believe that?! Her former mother-in-law begs her to come back. Those who taunted her try to get her forgiveness. And her ex-husband wants her back and requests for a second chance.

Murder. That’s what the world called it. To him, it was mundane. My husband didn’t even blink while stabbing me twenty-seven times… Not even when he knew I was thirteen weeks pregnant with his child. I died. But fate is cruel. Crueler than him......Because it gave me another chance - a chance not to escape, but to finish the game. This time, I didn’t run. This time, I chose violence. I walked toward the man who would murder me in five years, looked straight into his pretentious eyes, and smiled. “Nicolas… let’s get married.” A smirk curled on my lips. Devil? He didn’t create one. He created me: Anna Fvcking Devile.

Hanggang saan ang kakayanin mong tiisin? Kung paulit-ulit na pinapamukha sayo ng taong mahal mo na isa kang babaing walang dignidad? Na babaing tinikman ng lahat ng lalaki? Kaya mo bang tiisin ang pagmamahal sa taong hindi kana kayang mahalin dahil lang sa isang pagkakamali?

A year into our marriage, Timothy Grant suddenly turns abstinent. He builds a private chapel in the villa and always carries a rosary with him. No matter how I tease or tempt him, he stays cold and distant. My seduction attempts don't move him. One night, I stand outside the bathroom door and watch as he releases himself to a photo of another woman. So, Timothy isn't heartless. His heart just doesn't beat for me. I trick him into signing the divorce papers and vanish from his world completely. And yet, I later hear that he is going mad searching for me! The next time we meet is at his uncle's wedding. I wear a white wedding gown, and he looks at me with tear-filled eyes. He just can't bring himself to think of me as his aunt!

On their wedding day, a handsome groom and his beautiful bride said, "I Do." Their hearts were fluttering with pure joy! They had married the love of their life! Is this what I experience? No, this is not that story. You see, love didn't become apparent until after my divorce. I can't wait to tell you how it all transpired. It's a riveting sweet romance novel. No cliffhangers, but a good read! Happy ending? You'll have to read it to find out.

"I will protect us, you and the baby and we'll live together" Max said with determination, for the very first time, the desperation to have me back was evident in his voice_ but it was too late_ my mind was locked up, my heart sealed; He caused it, every single thing I went through to this day had been because of his ignorance but now, I'm riling with mixed feelings but my decision doesn't change as my mind flashed back with memories_ Everything was at stake, my baby, my Mom. To save them, I had to give up my own feelings, give him an information that would make him not to look for me; it'll hurt, I know but it was for the greater good and I wouldn't mind giving it my all. " I'm sorry Max but I can't stay with you" I almost broke down as I said those words, watching those hard and stern expression he wore on his face everytime dissolve to fear, my heartbeat skipped, it felt completely empty, felt like I was leaving a part of me behind. "But why? I could change Vivian, I could forfeit the gang if you want, just let me__" "I can't Max because I'm not pregnant with your child!" I finally divulged the information and for a moment, a dangerous glint crossed his eyes. " I can't because it's not your baby Max, so let go!"

Après trois ans d’union, Léa Leroy n’a jamais établi la moindre intimité avec Pierre Martin et n’a même pas pu lui donner un héritier. Elle a survécu à un accident d’avion, mais son chemin a croisé celui de Pierre à l’hôpital, alors qu’il accompagnait une autre femme pour une consultation prénatale. À cet instant, elle a réalisé qu’elle n’avait jamais conquis le cœur de cet homme. Finalement, elle a décidé de laisser libre cours à ses désirs et à son amour. Du jour au lendemain, elle s’est métamorphosée, révélant être la petite-fille de l’homme le plus fortuné du monde. Elle s’est dit qu’étant donné qu’elle ne pouvait pas être Mme Martin, elle deviendrait l’ennemie jurée du groupe G-Martin, afin d’assurer qu’il ne puisse jamais l’atteindre à nouveau.

His rule was simple: I was his substitute and would be his contract wife for two years with no strings attached. He would give me the respect and everything I want except his heart, for it belonged to his fiancée abroad. But I want more; I want his heart. So I confessed my love to him. He divorced me for breaking the rules. Now a turn of events after our divorce lands me in his bed. I thought I was safe since he didn't see me the next day before I left. But a month later… I learned I carried a part of him inside me. Now I’m torn... Do I keep the secret? Or face the man who swore he could never love me… again?