Isabella Hart's seemingly happy marriage to Ethan Parker takes an unexpected turn when Ethan's former lover, who is currently married to someone else, re-enters Ethan's life, setting off a chain of dramatic events that deeply impact Isabella's world.
Ethan Parker, my husband, suddenly walked into the room. His face was a mixture of excitement and a hint of annoyance.
"What happened, Ethan?" I asked in surprise. It was unusual for him to have such an intense expression.
"I've finally found my mate," he said.
My eyes widened and my throat tightened. I hadn't expected Ethan to say something like that.
"How can that be?" I asked, my lips quivering with shock.
As far as I knew, Ethan had mentioned earlier that his mate was married to someone else.
"Isn't she married to someone else?" I asked, still surprised by his revelation.
Ethan nodded, his beautiful eyes meeting mine, but the moment felt like a descent into hell.
"Right, and she's agreed to be with me now," Ethan said.
His words hit me like a thunderbolt under a clear sky, my heart felt as if it had been pierced by a red-hot iron.
Tears began to fall from my eyes.
Looking at Ethan's expression, I could not see any trace of affection left for me.
"Stop crying. I hate people who cry easily," he said coldly.
I understood that as an Alpha, Ethan was expected to be firm, to put his duties before personal feelings.
But his heartless words cut deeply.
"Then... what about our marriage?" I asked, my voice a mixture of disbelief and pain.
Thinking back, I remembered how I got carried away a year ago. I had gotten drunk at the festival and ended up sleeping with Ethan.
We got married afterwards, but it was a marriage in name only, devoid of love - just a ceremonial bond. Still, I never expected Ethan to be so harsh.
"We will remain husband and wife... I need time," he said, his voice distant.
"Need time for what?" I asked, my lips trembling. I tried to bite them to stop the trembling.
My heart was breaking. It was getting harder and harder to hold back the overwhelming sadness.
"You don't need to know, Bella," he replied, using my nickname.
My full name was Isabella, but I was affectionately called Bella.
That day passed in silence. Ethan refused to sleep in our room. Later I found him sleeping on the couch.
A pang of sadness hit me. It must be cold tonight.
Even though I knew he was an asshole, my heart couldn't help but hurt for him.
Quietly, I entered the room and gently draped a blanket over the sleeping Ethan.
"Ethan... don't I even deserve to be your wife?" I whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear me.
I retreated to my room and curled up on the bed, burying my face in the pillow as tears streamed down my cheeks again. "Ah damn it, why do I have to be such a crybaby?" I berated myself.
"Bella, don't cry. There's no point in crying over a man," I tried to console myself.
I tried to gather my strength, but my lips trembled uncontrollably and the tears flowed even more freely.
In the end, despite my efforts to remain strong, I succumbed to my emotions and cried once more.
**
When morning came, I glanced toward the sofa, only to find Ethan gone. In his place was a handwritten note.
"Bella, I have some business to take care of. Don't look for me," it said.
My hands began to shake again, uncertainty clouding my thoughts.
Ethan had admitted that he had met his Mate, a Mate who was already married to someone else. And now this Mate was choosing Ethan.
"Oh God... is my life really that troubled?" I murmured softly, looking up at the ceiling, feeling as if fate was deliberately conspiring against me.
Stepping outside, I noticed that Ethan's personal driver was absent. Only my own driver was there, waiting with a reassuring smile.
"Miss Bella, where are you going today?" my driver inquired.
I replied, "Where do you think is the best place to kill yourself? The driver's face turned pale and his eyes widened in shock.
"Miss Bella..." he began, clearly alarmed.
"I was just joking," I quickly reassured him, trying to lighten the mood. I hadn't realized that my offhand remark would leave my driver so stunned and speechless.
"Take me to the beach," I requested, and he nodded in silent agreement.
The drive to the beach felt somber, devoid of emotion and desire. From the car, I watched the cheerful beachgoers, but I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to join in their merriment.
Then something caught my eye. Huh? Isn't that Ethan's car? I noticed a familiar car parked on the side of the road. I was sure it was Ethan's.
When my eyes caught the scene in Ethan's car, my heart seemed to break. "Driver, please slow down," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.
Obediently, the driver slowed down, giving me a clearer view. There they were, Ethan and a woman, intimately entwined, lips locked in a kiss. The sight left me speechless, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Miss Bella...are you okay?" The driver, noticing my distress, expressed his concern. Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, unable to articulate my turmoil.
"Just drive," I managed to say, "get me out of here, as far away as you can."
It was then that a realization dawned on me. The woman with Ethan, perhaps she was his chosen partner. They seemed destined to be together, yet the injustice of it all gnawed at me. I was his wife, legally bound to him, and there he was, blatantly with another woman.
The sting of betrayal was compounded by the memory of his message, "Don't look for me. The words now echoed mockingly in my mind. Ethan, my husband, with her, in that car - it was a reality too painful to bear.
Sophia was once a poor woman who married a billionaire, only to be divorced a few months later when their contractual agreement ended. Despite her brief marriage to a man of immense wealth, Sophia chose to return to living a normal life. However, her ex-husband, the billionaire, gradually became infatuated with her once again.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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