Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now

I felt my heart tighten in my chest as I watched with horror, my fiancé and my best friend, having sex in the hotel. They were so engrossed and didn’t even care that they were half naked and anyone who cared, could see them from the glass wall of the building’s fourth floor. Sonia was pressed to the wall while Dennis worked her insides from behind. I couldn’t hear her moans but with every second that I imagined it, my heart sank heavily. Tears flooded my face as I flashed into the last two years of my life when I met Dennis. He was everything I wanted and more. Tall, handsome, broad shoulders and chest, I couldn’t stop drooling as he pulled me into a hug. For a moment there, my heart forgot how to beat, and the moment he smiled and introduced himself, I knew I was going to marry him. I had fallen hard in love with him. Freya decided to try love again after several heartbreaks, she thought Dennis was different but reality dawned on her when she caught him cheating with her best friend, Sonia, the same person who matchmade them in the first place. Actually, Dennis wasn’t cheating on her with Sonia, he was cheating on Sonia with her! The two have been dating for over five years, and she never knew. She was the third wheel in their relationship… What will happen now that Freya has found out? Find out in the story!

He threw her away like mere dust. But now she’s back, powerful, and elegant, she’s now the only woman he yearns for. Three years ago, Anyta was nothing more than the unwanted wife of cold, callous billionaire Everette Ashbourne. Forced into marriage by his grandma, hated for crimes she never committed, and betrayed by her step sister who has always been jealous of her. Anyta lost everything the day Everette divorced her and exiled her overseas. Exile, has now turned into destiny. Now, Anyta returns as the world’s most sought-after actress. confident, breathtaking, and powerful in ways she had never imagined she could be. She doesn’t also comes back alone, she’s back with the ultimate secret (Everett’ heir) But She’s no longer the fragile wife begging for scraps of his love. She’s the woman every man desires… including the husband who once broke her. Everette wants her back. Everette needs her back. But Anyta has only one thing to say: “It’s too late, Mr. Billionaire.”

Lucia gave her heart to a family that was never truly hers. She raised his kids, rebuilt his company, and loved a man who chose someone else the moment she returned. So she walked away. Now the wife they took for granted is the woman the powerful CEO regrets losing. “I didn’t leave because I was weak… I left because they didn’t deserve me.”

Millie Jordan ends up in the hands of abductors and firmly believes Stefan Leach will be there to save her. Yet he doesn't show up, and she is sullied. After she's rescued, she drags her worn body to seek him out. There, she finds him celebrating his true love's birthday. Millie wakes up from her dream and turns to Stefan's good friend. "I heard you're short of a wife. Do you think I'm the right person for the job?" She and Pierce Atkinson get into a flash marriage. He wants someone to help him fend off his family's urging for him to marry, and she wants to get revenge on Stefan. The two clicked. During a banquet, Millie loses a game of truth and dare and chooses a dare—she needs to kiss any man who's present. She doesn't even spare Stefan a glance as she sits on Pierce's lap and kisses him deeply. She's gotten into a flash marriage, and Stefan, the scumbag, loses his mind at this.

I have claustrophobia, yet Luther Jansen abandons me in a stopped elevator so he can bring some flu medicine to his assistant. I ask for a divorce after that. He signs the papers without hesitation and laughs about it with his friends. "She's just throwing a tantrum—her parents are dead, so there's no way she'll leave me. "Besides, there's a 30-day cooling-off period for divorces, right? I'll generously let this matter slide once she regrets this, and she'll be back." The following day, he shares an intimate photo of himself with his assistant. "I want to record every moment of your shyness." I count the days until I'm free. Then, I calmly pack my stuff and make a call. "Can you buy me a flight ticket to Nanderton, Uncle David?"

For three years, Tamsin Ward believed her marriage was unbreakable. That illusion shatters the moment her husband’s best friend, Isla Parker, returns and quietly begins inserting herself into everything Tamsin once thought was hers. By the time Tamsin realizes what’s happening, her marriage already feels impossible to stay in. When Tamsin asks for a divorce, her husband, James Whitmore is blindsided. He refuses, insisting that he cannot live without her. Desperate and cornered, Tamsin seeks out the most powerful divorce attorney in the country. What she doesn’t expect is to come face-to-face with Leo Price, the first man she ever loved, and the one who vanished from her life without explanation. Tamsin wants nothing to do with Leo. But James and his powerful family leave her no choice. Leo agrees to take her case under one condition: she must date him for three months. No secrets. No distance. No pretending the past never happened. As James tightens his grip and old feelings resurface, Tamsin finds herself trapped between the man who refuses to let her go and the man who once walked away.

Drugged by her husband, she woke up in a strange bed. He divorced her and Married her sister, took her properties and inheritance away and threw her out of her own house. She became pregnant without knowing the father of her baby. Theresa Mo disappeared from the country and came back few years later. "... Who is your mother!" Junxie Li, the idol of the business world was left spellbound when he met two kids, a miniature of himself... What will happen when Theresa Mo meet the father of her kids and her ex-husband came asking her to return to him?

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”

My peace shattered when my daughter found a used condom in our family car. I knew my husband, Derek, never loved me, but I never thought he was the kind of man to leave the disgusting evidence of his betrayal for his daughter to find. I thought this was the worst part, but life was always harsher than you could imagine. When I followed an anonymous text to Derek’s office, I saw him, my husband, kissing a woman in front of the windows. It was Savannah—my sister, Derek’s first love, who had died seven years ago.

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.