Letter To My Workaholic Husband

As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair. When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?" Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers. My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…" "Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip." I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?" Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired. I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks. I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."

Five years after my death, my husband, Lucas Grant, wanted me to take the blame for his lover in a drunk driving incident. He had barged into my house with forged evidence, but realized I was not inside. He had no other choice but to knock on my neighbor’s door. However, my neighbor told him, “Joan? She died a long time ago. “I heard that the family of that case was not happy with the verdict, so they abducted her the day she was released from prison. She was tortured for three days straight!” Lucas did not believe the neighbor. He was furious that I was creating a ridiculous lie just to escape. He yelled angrily at my neighbor. “Don’t think I’ll believe you! Joan must have paid you to lie to me! “Tell her that it’s no use hiding. If she doesn’t contact me in three days, I’ll no longer pay the alimony for that rascal!” However, he did not know that the person that his lover had killed in the drunk driving accident was the very rascal he was referring to.

My mother-in-law and I were trapped during an earthquake overseas. The rescue team knew that my husband had a private plane nearby and asked me to contact him, but I could only shake my head in rejection of the idea. In my last life, I tried my hardest to call him and get him to come save us. My mother-in-law and I were saved, but my husband’s true love got angry and went out to let off some steam. The incident ended with her being tortured to death. In front of his mother, my husband said that his lover deserved it. Yet, on the anniversary of her death, he killed me the way she had died. “I’ve always known that it was your scheme. You have to die as Shevonne did!” This time round, when my husband took his lover on a private plane to admire the cityscape at night, he found out everything that had happened and went mad.

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

"You want revenge? I can help you with that, but you have to marry me." Trapped in a nightmare marriage, Selena Brown's world shatters when she discovers her husband’s affair with her best friend for years, who’s now carrying his child. Desperate for answers, she tracks down her best friend’s alleged fiancé, only to find Henry Scott, a ruthless billionaire, who claims he’s never even met her best friend before. Driven by betrayal, Selena and Henry strike a dangerous deal: a marriage of convenience to take down their enemies. But as sparks ignite and secrets unravel, their revenge pact becomes something far more dangerous, an irresistible passion neither of them can deny. When love and vengeance collide, can they trust each other or will betrayal destroy them both? “You can have my husband, Sandra. But don’t worry, I married yours. And unlike you, I don't cheat. I upgrade.”

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”

I woke up naked beside a man I hadn’t seen in eight years. Before noon, the scandal was everywhere. By noon, I’d lost my position as CEO, my name, and my marriage. But the worst betrayal wasn’t the headlines. It wasn’t walking in on my husband and my best friend planning my downfall and mocking me. It was finding out the man I loved, my sweetheart of five years, made me a surrogate without my knowledge. The twins I'd been carrying for seven months weren't mine. But it failed to break me. It only made me stronger. After all, I wasn't just a mother—I was a CEO.

While the whole world knew about Lyra Hades as the heiress of the 'Hades Group', I, her twin sister, Leilani Hades, was nothing, but her shadow whom nobody knew existed.'Marry Jaxon Grant in my place, and I will consider helping you' When my beloved nanny, the only one who ever cared about me was on the sickbed, at the verge of death, the only condition my twin sister gave in exchange for giving me money for the treatment, was to marry her boyfriend in her place. 'She couldn't be with a man who was just an adopted son. A dog of the Grant's family who was likely to not get any inheritance' that was her excuse for not marrying him, taking advantage of our identical face to fool him.However, there was something weird about my new husband from the day we got married. His aura, his charm, everything about him screamed power. He wasn't an ordinary adopted son whom my sister had mistaken him for. My husband was hiding something from me, but what was it? Does he have a hidden identity?

Olivia Jones had thought getting married to her loving boyfriend at twenty one would be the best thing to happen to her. But things changed when he turned out to be an abusive cheat, who didn't seem to care about her one bit. Olivia tried to endure, hoping he would return to being the man she fell in love with. But Her faith in him is broken when he leaves her to die after a pregnancy complication. She confronts him with divorce papers, and walks out of the marriage. Ten years later, she shows up on Noah Grant's screen, a renowned business woman. He reaches out to her, desperate to rekindle the love that once existed between them. Will Olivia give her failed love a second chance, or will she play the game of vengeance?

Paige Mathewson had no choice but to marry the annoying Dante Russo who had waltzed into her life one day. It was the only way she could save her father's company. But little did she know that he was more than just inappropriate and annoying - he was the Boss of the Italian Mafia. And he had a personal vengeance against her.