The Ex Wifes Mega Comeback

Romance

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance

Betrayed by the man she once called husband, Cassia Munroe learned the hard way that love doesn't always come with loyalty. She was never his first choice, but their child was everything. And when she asked for a divorce, she was forced to make the most painful sacrifice of all... leaving her five-y

Romance

Mary and Peter Jacobson used to be a happy couple, until Mary was promoted as the new managing director of Williamson group. After this, Mary started feeling that Peter was not a good match for her anymore and proposed a divorce. However, Mary was not aware that Lisa, who is the head of a conglomera

Romance

Five years. That' s how long Sarah Miller believed she' d built a real family and found true love with billionaire Ethan Vanderbilt, the man she married through a mysterious deal that saved her life. Their son, Noah, was turning five. At his birthday party, Noah, coached by Ethan, blew out his

Romance

On the night of her seventh wedding anniversary, Annabelle waited by a cold dinner, only for her husband Julian to kick the doors open, carrying his bleeding sister-in-law, Jocelyne. Jocelyne had committed a horrific drunk driving hit-and-run, and Julian demanded Annabelle sign a plea deal and go t

Romance

What happens if a husband cannot fulfill his wife's inner needs, causing the wife to vent her biological needs outside.

Romance

Six years ago, I was driven out of Manhattan with nothing but the clothes on my back. My two-year-old son, Alex, was dead, and I was branded the monster who killed him. My husband, Corwin, threw me away without a second glance, choosing to protect his new fiancée—my cousin Evelina, the real murder

Modern

I, Mike Evans, died young from endless work, a fool who gave everything to build a future. But then, as my soul drifted, I watched my supposed devoted wife, Jessica, calmly discard my ashes, her face devoid of grief. Moments later, she was in *our* bed with Chad Peterson, my best friend, laughing, t

Billionaires

The harsh fluorescent lights of the ER flickered over Sylvia' s pale face, her party dress torn, mascara smudged. She was my vibrant, wild fiancée-to-be, now fragile and broken from a "roofie" incident. I knelt at her gurney, proposing in that sterile room, promising to be her anchor, to always ke

Modern

Gentle morning light streamed through my bedroom window, and my phone buzzed. It showcased a viral video of me, packing a perfect lunch for my husband, Mark. It was the innocent start of my seemingly idyllic life. Then, a new notification appeared: a tag from notorious online personality Jessica

Romance

I was heavily pregnant, carefully driving home, my husband David's forgotten paperwork beside me. Then, screeching tires, a violent crunch, and smoke billowing from my mangled car. Trapped and panicking after the wreck, I called my firefighter husband, David, expecting him to save me. Instead, he wa

Modern

Ava, an interior designer, was at her grand wedding rehearsal dinner, just hours from marrying affluent director Ethan. Suddenly, Ethan's adopted sister, Chloe, collapsed. He abandoned Ava, rushing her away. An hour later, Ethan called: Chloe was pregnant, and the baby was his. Ethan coldly demand

Fantasy

My quiet life in the sprawling Hawthorne estate was a secret dedication, for I was their Guardian Angel, my well-being intertwined with their immense fortune. A scholarship student, I focused on my books, a delicate porcelain dove on my desk, a silent reminder of my crucial, hidden role. This peac

Romance

Mark was back, living in the guest room, but our house felt colder than ever, a hollow shell of a marriage. Our new normal was suffocating, filled with his dismissive anger and my quiet ache of betrayal. Then, one night, searching his laptop for our daughter' s school project, I stumbled upon a hi

Fantasy

I woke up with a gasp on the day of my debutante ball, the most anticipated event of the Texas social season. My eyes snapped open to the familiar silk canopy, but a strange, phantom pain still clung to my last breath. My custom-designed gown, perfected over months with the couturier, was gone fro

Billionaires

My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death. My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted

Romance

It was our seventh anniversary, Valentine's Day, and I was dining alone at a Michelin-star restaurant in New York. My husband, Jake, CEO of the company I helped build, was a no-show. The phone rang, his voice sharp: "PR crisis." But a younger, female voice giggled in the background, "He means our

Modern

The world snapped back for Sarah Miller. It wasn't a blessing. It was June 14th, the day her life first shattered. That day, her son, David, received his prestigious ROTC scholarship acceptance. It was a golden ticket. Then, it was brutally snatched away. Her husband, Sergeant Mark Jenkins, th

Romance

For three years, I' d been Noah' s on-again, off-again girlfriend, believing his rare kindness was love and his frequent dismissals just tests of my devotion. This constant cycle of heartbreak always ended with me patching things up, swallowing my pride, and showing up with apologies I didn' t unde

Adventure

"You have to hang on, buddy," Jordan shouted at his bleeding partner out of fright. "I am sorry, but...tell Aria to go far away. You too...It's not wort..." His breathing grew erratic, and Jordan watched life drain out of his partner's life. Sent away from his crime-infested country in his teenage y

Modern

Our startup, Veridian Capital, was supposed to be our shared dream-Sarah's and mine. I poured my life, my family's money, everything into it, even as a mysterious, chronic fatigue consumed me. Tonight, at the annual gala, Sarah, now CEO, was radiant. Then, on stage, she didn't just announce a new