I just found out my husband of five years has been cheating on me the whole time. I'm done being the ugly housewife he made me. Now, he wants me back, but all I want is revenge-and I'm ready to get it.
I just found out my husband of five years has been cheating on me the whole time. I'm done being the ugly housewife he made me. Now, he wants me back, but all I want is revenge-and I'm ready to get it.
Rebecca's POV
"Yes, baby, I f**king love how you ride me." These were the shocking words I heard as I stood at the door.
Today was Gabriel's birthday, and I had purchased a gift for him to surprise him at his office. He wasn't expecting me, but I went anyway. After all, I was his wife. I shouldn't be restricted from visiting my own husband, right?
Standing at his office door, a wave of unease washed over me. Was I at the wrong door? "You're the best, babe. I f**king love this," I heard again, this time mixed with moans. My heart plummeted.
There was no mistaking Gabriel's voice. Even in the dead of night or blindfolded, I could pick it out from a thousand others. I knew that voice.
That's why I barged in.
My stomach churned as I threw the door open, praying I was wrong, hoping this was some horrible misunderstanding. But it wasn't.
There he was-Gabriel, my husband of five years. His pants were around his ankles, a woman straddling him with her skirt pushed up, revealing her bare backside. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt as she clung to him, utterly absorbed in their act.
I froze, rooted to the spot as my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Gabriel-my Gabriel-had his hands on her hips, guiding her like I didn't exist. Like we didn't exist.
My breath hitched, the betrayal flooding through me in waves. For five years, I'd thought Gabriel was a loyal man. For five years, I'd been his wife, and this was the reward-watching him with another woman on his birthday.
How long has this been going on? I wondered, as the world spun around me. The weight of disbelief pressed down on my chest.
The woman... she was in a blue suit, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. I recognized her. The face from the portrait in Gabriel's home office. She was the secretary, the one he always talked about. The one he told me they were going on a business trip together this time last year.
When I barged in, the woman froze, shock written across her face as she hurriedly adjusted herself. She slid off him, pulling her skirt down. I thought that would be the end of it. But then Gabriel yanked her back to the table, pushing himself inside her again. Right in front of me.
My breath caught. I couldn't believe it.
"Don't mind her," Gabriel muttered to the woman, his eyes cold and focused on her. "I'm done with her anyway." And just like that, he ignored me.
The room filled with their moans again, louder than before, as if I weren't even there. My heart shattered, breaking into pieces I didn't know existed. If someone had told me Gabriel would ever betray me like this, I would've called it a lie. This can't be real.
But there it was. He had no remorse. No guilt. He didn't care that I had caught him. I was nothing to him now.
I closed the door gently behind me, my legs heavy as I walked out, numb from head to toe. It was over-whatever we had, whatever I thought we were.
When I got home, I waited, foolishly clinging to the faint hope that Gabriel would return, that he'd realize what he had done and apologize. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he'd tell me it was just a moment of weakness, that it didn't mean anything.
Two hours later, the front door clicked open. Gabriel stepped in, his face hard, his eyes cold. The man I had loved for years was gone. He said nothing, his silence more painful than words could ever be. Instead, he tossed an envelope onto the table, his jaw clenched.
"I don't need you in my life anymore," he said flatly, not even looking at me. "Pack your things and get out. I don't want to see you when I get back."
He turned and left, his footsteps fading into the distance.
My hands shook as I opened the envelope. Inside were the divorce papers.
The word swam in front of my eyes as tears blurred my vision. My mind couldn't process it. I had been discarded like a broken toy, like I was nothing. Everything that had once made sense was now meaningless.
I didn't know what to do. My world had just collapsed around me, and the one person I could turn to was the one I had turned my back on years ago-my mother. The same mother I had stopped speaking to because of Gabriel.
With trembling hands, I dialed her number.
"It finally happened, huh?" my mother's voice was calm on the other end, as if she had expected this.
Six years ago, when I had introduced Gabriel to her, she had warned me. She had told me not to marry him. She'd seen something in him I hadn't. She knew. She said he was using me to boost his company's credibility, that he wasn't the man he pretended to be. But I didn't listen.
I eloped with him, believing love would conquer everything. Believing Gabriel was everything I needed.
I was wrong.
"Yes, Mom. You were right," I whispered, the truth bitter in my throat.
"And I guess he didn't know who you really are, did he?" My mother's voice was steady, confident. "If he did, he wouldn't have dared to leave."
Six years ago, when I ran away with Gabriel, my mother had sent me an email, warning me not to reveal my true identity to him. At the time, I didn't believe it mattered, but somehow, I kept that part of me hidden.
Gabriel had no idea who I really was. He had no idea that my mother was the president of the largest conglomerate in Mandena City, or that I was the heir to it all.
"No, Mom. I didn't tell him," I said quietly.
"Good," she replied. "Come home, Rebecca. Come home and take your place as the heir you were meant to be. I'll make sure Gabriel pays for what he's done to you."
I didn't hesitate. I packed my bags and left Gabriel's house, stepping into the car. But even as I drove away, my heart ached. It felt like my world had crumbled, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
I started the car and reversed out of the driveway, heading toward the road. But as I drove, I suddenly saw Gabriel's car speeding toward me. His face was twisted in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
In the blink of an eye, his car crashed into mine, sending me hurtling into a streetlight pole. The impact was brutal. My head slammed into the steering wheel, and I felt blood trickling down my face. My vision blurred as the world around me began to fade. My hands went numb.
At that moment, everything went black.
Meet Marcus Taylor, a tough young man who's been fending for himself on the streets for as long as he can remember. His parents were murdered when he was a child, and he's had to rely on his wits and cunning to survive ever since. But one day, everything changes when Marcus discovers that he is the last surviving heir to a wealthy and powerful family. At first, Marcus is skeptical - how could he be related to a family he's never heard of? But when a private investigator presents him with concrete evidence, Marcus starts to dig deeper. He learns that his family was killed by a rival faction who coveted their fortune and power. Now, Marcus must claim his rightful inheritance and seek revenge against those who wronged him and his family. It's a daunting task, but Marcus is determined. He'll use all the skills he's acquired on the streets to outsmart his enemies and reclaim what is rightfully his. But the road ahead is perilous, and Marcus will have to be careful if he wants to survive long enough to see justice done.
For three years, Deanna endured scorn in a one-sided marriage. When Connor forced her to choose between her career and a divorce, she didn't hesitate-she walked away. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Deanna returned as the brilliant heiress to a medical conglomerate. Her ex and his family begged for another chance, but it was too late. With a tycoon father, a legendary healer mother, a CEO brother who adored her, and a showbiz powerhouse sibling, Deanna's life overflowed with power. Even her arrogant rival, heir to billions, only ever had a soft spot for her.
Sophie stepped in for her sister and married a man known for his disfigured looks and reckless past. On their wedding day, his family turned their backs on him, and the town laughed behind their hands, certain the marriage would collapse. But Sophie's career soared, and their love only deepened. Later, during a high-profile event, the CEO of some conglomerate took off his mask, revealing Sophie's husband to be a global sensation. *** Adrian had no interest in his arranged wife and had disguised himself in hopes she would bail. But when Sophie tried to walk away, Adrian broke down and whispered, "Please, Sophie, don't go. One kiss, and I'll give you the world."
"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?
In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?
Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.
For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."
© 2018-now CHANGDU (HK) TECHNOLOGY LIMITED
6/F MANULIFE PLACE 348 KWUN TONG ROAD KL
TOP
GOOGLE PLAY