On her wedding night, Lucilla was drugged by her mother-in-law and sent to a strange man's room. As for the bridegroom, he spent a wild night with the bridesmaid. Fuming with anger, she divorced her husband and left the country. Meanwhile, she found out herself pregnant. Five years later, she came back with the baby and ran into a man, whose features looked like her son. As a result, she was forced to get married to the man. Neither of them expected to fall in love with each other in this marriage. He gave her the privilege to reign and rule in his heart like a queen.
As soon as Lucilla got a call from her husband, she ran with a cheery smile, holding the pregnancy test report in her hand. Panting, she reached the doorstep. One could tell she was overjoyed. "Honey, I'm pregna...."
Andrew cut her off. "Let's divorce!" he announced.
Pushing his suitcase, Andrew didn't even bother to enter inside. He threw the divorce agreement at Lucilla, his expression icy cold.
A woman was sitting on the suitcase, flaunting her beauty. Her curly hair fell on her cheeks, adding more beauty. Her red lips curved in a barely perceptible smile.
This woman was none other than Alina. Touching her belly, she said in a timid little voice, "Lucilla, I am having a child with Andrew."
Lucilla had just returned from the hospital. The smell of disinfectant still lingered on her body. Clenching her fists in anger, she spat out, "What! Are you kidding me?"
Andrew and Lucilla had been childhood sweethearts. Two months ago, they had decided to marry and make their relationship official. Alina was her only bridesmaid.
After their wedding night, Andrew had gone on a business trip abroad. However, it was almost like he had disappeared ever since. Nobody heard anything from him. As uneasy feeling crept on her, she decided to confide on her best friend Alina. To her surprise, Alina had disappeared too.
Now, they had returned together and was giving her the shock of her life.
They were having a child!
"Lucilla, we have been together for so many years. And you know very well I have never treated you badly. I think it would be best if we part ways in a decent manner!" Andrew handed her a check. His face was still expressionless. "Here's five million. And you can keep this house. It's all yours," he said in a slightly haughty way.
"Decent?" Lucilla repeated. She was stupefied by the news.
Andrew had asked her for a divorce!
And to make things worse, it was for Alina's sake!
They were having a child. It was too much to take.
"Andrew, what have I done to deserve this? If she is the one you love, why did you marry me?" Lucilla took a step forward and grabbed Alina's wrist. Her eyes were burning with rage. "My best friend is pregnant with my husband's child! How does it feel to spoil your best friend's life? You think this is funny? Being a mistress, a home wrecker?" she spat out angrily.
"Ah! Don't harm my baby," Alina wailed. She stumbled down from her suitcase and fell into Andrew's arms. Trembling with fear, she complained, "Andrew, my belly hurts..."
His face turned red with anger. He slapped Lucilla right across her face and asked, "Why are you so vicious?"
"Am I the vicious one here?" she retorted back and gave a little laugh. Gritting her teeth, she slapped the pregnancy test on his face. She was devastated. Her bottom lip quivered and tears started in her eyes. "Andrew, I'm pregnant, too!"
"What?"
His face was white with fury. He tore the paper into a million pieces. "Why do I care if you are pregnant or not? It's none of my business after all!" he spat out angrily.
"You!" Lucilla shouted and raised her hand in a frenzy of rage.
"I never touched you!" Andrew's eyes were brimming with coldness. "Take this bastard to your lover!" he added.
"What are you talking about?" She was in a state of shock.
"Lucilla, could you please stop pretending? Andrew and I don't want to hurt you. But you are making this difficult for us," Alina said, tears streaking down her face. She went on, "I really feel sorry for Andrew. He loves you so much, but you chose to sleep with another man on your wedding night. If Aunt Zoe hadn't managed to keep this from the public... What do you still expect from Andrew under the circumstance?"
As Lucilla heard these words, she stood frozen.
'With another man?' She turned pale and started to shiver. Wasn't it Andrew who had slept with her that night?
She hadn't drunk that day. However, she fell asleep overcome by fatigue. Although she was tired, she knew it when she was having sex with a man that night. She simply assumed it was Andrew because it was their wedding day!
She realized perhaps the tea prepared by her mother-in-law had something to do with her tiredness.
"There was something wrong with the tea sent by mom," explained Lucilla in a hurry
Before she could go on, Andrew cut her off. "Shut up!" "Lucilla, now you wish to put all the blame on my mother! If it weren't for her, your nude photos would be all over the world by now!"
Lucilla found herself in a helpless situation.
She wasn't doing anything wrong by defending herself!
Still, he wouldn't believe even a word she said.
And it seemed to be the undeniable fact that she indeed slept with another man.
"Okay, I'll sign it."
In the end, Lucilla conceded and signed the divorce agreement. She tore up the pregnancy test report and threw it on their faces. "Remember! What you did is considered marital infidelity!" she said to Andrew. Turning her attention to Alina, she said, "You are a shameless mistress! You both are terrible people."
Then she fled the scene, not once looking behind. She headed straight to the hospital. Leaning against the door of the obstetrics and gynecology department, she said, "Doctor, I want to get an abortion done."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
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