Doting On Me After Reborn? Too Late Husband

«BOOK 2: Ex-wife's Revenge Series.» Violet escaped an arranged marriage, taking up a new Identity, to live a free life like any normal girl. When she met Clyde Crawford, she was everything he wanted, and he was her perfect reality, Until that reality shattered along with her heart. Each of his actions was a well-orchestrated lie. The man who cherished her, hated her, in fact. Broken and betrayed, Violet walked out of his life with a secret she vowed to hide from him forever. But, five years later, he stumbled upon that secret. Clyde Crawford is in for the biggest shock of his life when his Ex-wife's true identity comes to light.

My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one. I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it. I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that." I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.

"Try to divorce me, I will make you suffer even more. I will destroy you!" ika niyang nanggagalaiti sa galit. Hawak niya sa leeg si Ysabella. Ang likod nito ay nakasandig na sa pader. Wala na itong kawala pa. Imbes na takot. Imbes na umiyak at magmakaawa, napahalakhak si Ysabella. Napaubo lamang siya nang humigpit ang nanginginig na kamay ni Daniel sa kaniyang leeg. Pasakal. "Destroy? Wala ka nang sisirain pa, Daniel. Wala na dahil hindi mo lang sinira, winasak mo pa. Winasak mo hindi lang pagkatao ko..." Asik niya. Walang mababakas na emosyon sa kaniyang mukha. Manhid na siya sa lahat ng kalupitan ng kaniyang asawa. "Ang pilat sa likod ko ang magpapatunay ng kalupitan mo. Ang mga kalyo sa kamay ko ang ebidensya sa hirap na dinanas ko. Para kumain. Lumaban ako para mabuhay. Ang payat kong pangangatawan ang resulta ng pagdurusa ko ng dahil sa iyo. Daniel, lahat ng ito, sa pisikal lang na sakit. Nagpapaalala lang ng pagkakamali kong minahal kita. Walang wala sa buong pagkatao ko na winasak mo ng pinong-pino! Napailing si Daniel. Ayaw tanggapin ang mga salitang namutawi sa bibig ni Ysabella. Nang babaeng mahal na mahal siya. At nagsasabing... Pagod na itong mahalin siya. "You will love me again. Bubuuin kitang muli. Just stay! As my wife..." Umiling si Ysabella. "You love me too late, Daniel. Too late..." She was hated. Destroyed! And now loved? For her, it's too late. For him, he needs to start anew. But fate will decide for them. Does love have a second chance this time?

Lily finds out that her billionaire husband had an affair with her stepsister, she feels betrayed by the two but they don't seem to regret and even care about their actions, she decides to leave her sham of a marriage and start over, with her unborn baby

I gave him everything. My heart, my trust, my future. Four years of love, devotion, and blind loyalty. And what did I get in return? Betrayal. Humiliation. Loss. Simon Smith chose my sister over me… and in that one selfish moment, he shattered my world. He left me broken, alone, and with a secret wound no one could see. My son… gone. My life… thrown into chaos. But I refuse to let him have the final say. I refuse to be the woman who waits, who cries, who begs for scraps of a love that was never mine to begin with. Now, it’s my turn to reclaim everything. My strength. My freedom. My heart. And one man steady, loyal, and unwavering is about to remind me that love isn’t just about giving it’s about being valued, truly cherished, and never underestimated. Some men think they can break a woman and keep her in pieces. Some men think they can betray her and expect her to return. Simon is about to find out the truth: some hearts heal… and some never belong to him again.

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

For five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife, the woman who gave her kidney to save Shawn’s life, only to be rewarded with his cold indifference and his family’s verbal abuse. She was the dutiful housewife, hiding her true identity as the world’s most feared cybersecurity genius, and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed for love. She stayed for the hope of a family. But hope dies in a cold swimming pool. When Shawn pushes a pregnant Elara into the water to save his mistress, he not only breaks her heart, he kills the only thing she had left to love. Waking up in a hospital bed with an empty womb and a frozen heart, Elara is done playing nice. As Shawn prepares to discard her for his mistress, he’s met not with a weeping wife, but with the arrival of five of the most powerful men in the world—Elara’s brothers. Now, the "peasant" is the predator. While Shawn’s empire begins to crumble under a mysterious cyber-attack, he finds himself desperately chasing the woman he once despised. But Elara has already moved on to a man who never had to be taught her value.

Three years ago, Olivia Cruz made the biggest mistake of her life, getting married to this man. Even though marriage was not built on love, she was hoping her love would change him one day, and who knows, he would reciprocate the feelings. After years of suffering from one-sided love, she only got pain, hatred, heartbreak, pregnancy, which was the only thing she could hold on to, and finally, her doom, death. Olivia regretted her actions, living for her husband all these years got her nothing, she wished she could be given another chance. Another chance to make things right. This time, she wasn't going to be that naive girl, this time, she was going to live for herself alone and be selfish with her happiness. All hope was lost on her end, however, she was given a chance at come back again, but this time, not as that girl that was used by her husband. She was going to get her revenge this time, and that was something she solely set her mind on...

In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage. I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence. Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control. He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was. He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination. He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public. I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices. The turning point came at a banquet. Someone there publicly mocked me as “nothing but a canary kept by Mr. Wright.” I could bear it no longer and retorted. Raymond rushed over and coldly scolded me. He said, “Behave yourself. Don’t embarrass me.” At that moment, the surrounding snickers and the disgust in his gaze forced the truth upon me. Ultimately, I fell down the stairs in an “accident” orchestrated by my stepsister. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a warm-toned pendant lamp in the apartment I lived in before I married Raymond. On the desk calendar, a date was circled in red—there were only five days left until my wedding to Raymond. I had returned to the past. This time, I did not want to get involved with Raymond anymore.

He forced me to marry him because of my sister. Now he found out that the story he believed was not true. He was lied to. He wanted me back but all I want is his regret.