Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear

In my fifth year of marriage to Dominic, I'd become the woman all of Chicago knew as the crazy one — the mental case. Jealousy gnawed at me constantly, and my temper frayed easily, my emotions sharp and unsteady, unravelling more with each passing day. So it only made sense when he slid a divorce agreement across the table. "Vivian's pregnant. A Harrington heir can't be born illegitimate, and Mrs. Harrington can't be a lunatic." "Once she's had the baby, I’ll marry you again, and you'll still be Mrs. Harrington." I was forced to sign my name, then locked away in a private sanatorium a hundred miles from the city. The first year, I waited with desperate hope for him to come take me home. Instead, he handed me an ultrasound report. "Twins — a boy and a girl. Vivian's pregnant again. Just wait a little longer." The second year, he had electric fencing installed around the sanatorium grounds. "Harrington Corp is going public. We can't afford any slip-ups right now." By the fifth year, he simply called to tell me to wait one more year. He must have expected me to scream and lose control the way I always did. But this time, I just nodded calmly. "Alright. However long it takes." After all. I didn't have much time left anyway.

On our third wedding anniversary, I brought a gift to my husband’s office. Walking past the secretary's suite, I stopped dead. A king-size bed had been set up inside. A young woman in a designer dress was sprawled across it, a handheld game console in her hands, surrounded by imported snacks of every variety. "Kevin, the lunch you ordered yesterday was pre-packaged meals. Marcus and I both felt sick after eating it. Today, make sure it's from The Palace Hotel." Kevin -- my husband's personal assistant -- bowed and scraped before her, his face a mask of obsequious flattery. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't worry. Mr. Thorne made it very clear -- everything should be tailored to your preferences and the baby's. He knows you love the chef at The Palace Hotel, so he set up a standing VIP account for you. Anything you want, anytime." She was Mrs. Thorne? Then what exactly was I? My brow furrowed. I glanced down at the wedding ring I'd worn for years. The girl beamed, radiant. "For the baby's arrival, my husband is throwing a lavish yacht party. Every important person in New York is getting an invitation. I want the whole world to know that I'm the love of his life, and that our son will be blessed by the most powerful people before he's even born. The champagne and flowers must be the finest available -- no budget limit. Our child is going to have the best of everything from day one." I stared at the gentle swell of her belly and called my father. "Dad, that divorce agreement you drew up three years ago -- you can have the lawyers send it over now."

When Zack Davis went bankrupt, I used all my savings of 20 thousand dollars to buy him. “You’re willing to buy me even if I don’t love you?” he asked indifferently. My heart raced as I replied quietly, “Yes.” After that, we got married, paid back his debts, and founded another company. It only took Zack three years for his company to become a new star in the Asterfield. Everything seemed to have gone smoothly. He also only belonged to me. However, what I didn’t know was that he hated me. He hated me for destroying all his pride and for buying him with only 20 thousand dollars. When I decided to let go and divorce Zack, he went crazy. He knelt down in front of me with pleading eyes. “Anna, you still love me, right?”

Si Zephira Valentine ay isang sekretarya sa Armani Prime Corporation. Siya ay may kakayahan at responsableng empleyado. Ngunit, sa kagustuhan nitong lumayo sa kasintahan— nagdesisyon si Zephira na pumunta ng club kasama ang kaniyang mga kaibigan upang magkaroon ito ng kalayaan at maging masaya kahit sa isang gabi lamang. Hindi alam ni Zephira na dahil sa isang pangyayari ay mababago ang kaniyang magulong buhay. Nagkaroon ng laman ang kaniyang sinapupunan at ito ang nagbigay ng rason kay Zephira para lisanin ang bansa at tuluyang iwan ang kasintahan pati ang pinakamamahal niyang trabaho. Doon nanirahan at nanganak si Zephira sa ibang bansa— mag-isa niyang pinalaki ang anak nito at siya rin ang nagtayo bilang ama’t ina sa bata. Subalit hindi maiwasan ng anak na hanapin kay Zephira ang totoo nitong ama. Nang bumalik ito sa bansang kinalakihan ay nagkita muli si Zephira at ang ama ng kaniyang anak. Tatanggapin kaya siya ni Zephira? Hahayaan kaya ni Zephira ang lalaki na tuluyang pasukin ang buhay nito at ng anak niya? Mabubuo kaya ang pamilyang inaasam ng anak nito at ng sarili?

Ximena Branson had her whole future mapped out—with Dean Hansen alongside her. He was her initial love, her stability in the tumultuous realm of high fashion. However, her ideal dream crumbled when Dean left, discarding their years together to become engaged to a different model. Devastated and embarrassed, Ximena escapes to Mexico, intent on burying her pain in a fresh setting. A single impulsive evening throws her into the arms of a significantly older, influential man,Jason Hansen, a billionaire known for his merciless image. Ximena attempts to flee, but Jason won’t allow her to escape. He fears she could be pregnant with his child, and there's no chance he’ll permit his heir to grow up in anything but luxury. Instead, he proposes a marriage of convenience—a luxurious life, limitless riches, and an ideal chance for Ximena to overcome her sorrow and make Dean regret his decision to leave her. Driven by revenge, Ximena consents, entering into a marriage that was meant to be transactional. Yet, as longing and unforeseen feelings intertwine, the distinctions fade, leading her to doubt everything,most notably Jason. Next, the bomb falls. The marriage license that Jason provided her? An untruth. In truth, he remains legally tied to a capable businesswoman, a woman who is determined not to set him free. Once again betrayed, Ximena is ensnared in a perilous rivalry between two siblings—one who broke her heart and the other who could damage it irreparably. As secrets come to light and the past resurfaces, Ximena faces a choice: strive for her own joy or leave the Hansen brothers behind for good

I went abroad for three years to build a lab and save my husband's company from collapse. After endless struggles, I finally cracked the technical problems and developed the core technology. When I returned home with that breakthrough, I saw the airport video board plastered with the same impossible headline—my husband was getting married. I felt a hot, furious ache and took a taxi straight to the venue. … A woman who had cared for our household for years blocked me at the gate and sneered. "Who do you think you are, showing up at the Stone family's wedding? Get out of here, or I'll get security to throw you out." For a moment, I stood rooted, but then the bride appeared, walking out of the villa in a wedding gown. It was the woman Adrian Stone had once told me was dead—his first love, Evelyn Sutton. She wore my wedding ring on her finger and looked at me with pure contempt. "You want to make a scene at my wedding?" she said. "If you do, you're really asking for trouble. My husband, Adrian, won't hesitate to take care of you." I folded my arms and let out a cold laugh. "Adrian's getting married? Funny, I don't recall getting an invitation."

Clara Sterling, the richest woman in the city, successfully got a divorce and the custody over her daughter. I married her right away. Five years into our marriage, I've already quit my job and focused on becoming a great father and husband at home. Everything changes when Clara's ex-husband, William Sawyer, returns to the country abruptly. That night, my stepdaughter, Sarah Sterling, moves my things from Clara's room to a guest room. "You're my stepdad, so you can't sleep with my mommy. I can't make Daddy sad. You should leave our home!" The maids make fun of me. Meanwhile, Clara raises an eyebrow at me. "It's completely normal for Sarah to take her biological father's side. Don't take her words to heart. You're my husband now, anyway." I just hum in response as I pack up my luggage silently. Clara tries to climb into my bed late at night, only for me to turn her away. "Our marriage contract will come to an end in two days. Once the time comes, let's get a divorce."

Avery Brown had always wanted the perfect life between her and Scott Brandon, her husband. This perfect life she wanted was moving smoothly and soon she was expecting a baby. But things changed drastically when she returned from the hospital expecting to share the good news to her husband but was greeted with the sight of another woman deeply embracing her husband before her. As if that was not enough, Scott handed her divorce papers and casted her out of his life like she doesn't matter to him. Five years later.. Avery came back to the city with her daughter in all her glory. But who knew her Ex-husband was so desperate to have her back? Will she give in?

After helping my husband build his business from the ground up, I settled into life as a full-time housewife. When our daughter's tenth birthday approached, I planned to host a grand celebration for her. I booked a party that cost 2 thousand dollars per table. But when I swiped my card at the hotel, the staff gave me a strange look. "Mrs. Richmond, this card doesn't even have fifty dollars in it to charge." Flushed with embarrassment, I went home to confront my husband. He wore an apologetic expression. "Lately, the company's been competing for contracts. The new government official is insatiably greedy, and I've had to spend a lot under the table to smooth things over. Once the funds turn around, I'll make sure our daughter gets the grand birthday she deserves." I gave him a gentle, understanding smile—but as soon as I turned away, I began tallying our assets. Because that so-called "new government official" was none other than my father. And in his office, there hadn't been any bids or contracts at all. Now I intended to find out exactly where my husband had spent all our money.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.