I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife. To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik. Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me. My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs. In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned. She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers. In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive. So, I decided to file for divorce.
Zachary Mason was still in a conference overseas, too busy to sign the divorce agreement.
I put the agreement on the desk in his study without sending him a message.
Anyway, since a month ago, he had stopped replying to any of my messages.
I guessed he was enjoying himself with Charlee Mills.
The previous night, Charlee posted on her Instagram. "We returned to each other after parting for five years."
The background picture was a man's back. The pearl-gray suit set off his gentleness and elegance, and the moon was bright outside the window.
I recognized he was Zachary at the first sight.
Zachary and Charlee were childhood sweethearts and grew up together. They had a son, Erik Mason.
Later on, Charlee went to Yodruland for further education, and Zachary inherited his family business and stayed domestically.
Their love story was full of twists and turns.
On the contrary, my marriage with Zachary was only a mistake.
I didn't think it was a big deal, though. I didn't suffer any loss. After all, Zachary gave me 50 thousand bucks every month.
However, I had spent it all on my brother's medical treatment.
I didn't have a lot of savings.
In the five years of marriage, Zachary had bought me high-end jewelry, dresses, handbags, and shoes, but I didn't take any of them with me.
I only took one painting drawn by Erik.
In the picture, the sky was green, and a light pink star was emitting bright light.
He said it was me.
I knew him better than anyone else.
That was why Zachary had married me.
I stared at the picture, the scene when I first arrived at the Mason family's house appearing in my mind.
At that time, my younger brother, Frank Murray, had just been diagnosed with brain paralysis. He didn't have medical insurance, and all the treatment fees had to be paid by ourselves.
My family was short of money, and my parents cried aloud and begged me for help.
I was in the second year of my postgraduate study and decided to look for a part-time job. Coincidentally, the Mason family was recruiting a nanny with a high wage.
Erik was autistic and hated strangers very much. Zachary had changed more than 50 nannies to take care of him.
When it was my turn in the interview, Erik miraculously hugged me and uttered a word.
"Mom... Mom."
Maybe it was because the T-shirt I wore that day was engraved with Erik's favorite star, or maybe it was because there was a mysterious connection between us.
He liked me very much.
Therefore, I stayed and was hired as his nanny.
His voice calling "Mom" became clearer as time went by.
No matter how I corrected him, he always called me mom firmly.
Zachary loved his only son so much that he didn't hesitate to marry me for Erik's sake.
Since then, I had become Erik's mother legally.
However, Erik didn't need me anymore.
He had turned eight years old this year. After my years of interference training, he looked like a normal child.
Erik was sent to Yodruland to reunite with his birth mother Charlee and could get more advanced treatment there.
He didn't need me as his mother any longer.
As for Zachary, he had never needed me as his wife.
It was useless for me to continue staying with the Mason family.
I would feel heartbroken and unwilling.
However, a shameless superfluous person was far more miserable than a wise person who made a decision and stopped her loss in time.
It would be better sooner than later. I was leaving.
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
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Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
The happiest day of any woman, is usually her wedding day, right? But it wasn't the case with Pamela Grayson. She sobbed before, during and after the wedding. It is difficult for her to comprehend why her parents would force her into a marriage with a man who is in coma, that doesn't have the slightest probability of ever coming out of it. But what can she do than to accept it? After all her sister had seduced her fiancé and was pregnant with his child. Her dowry was going to be used to sponsor an elaborate wedding for her sister and her supposed fiancé. But the most tragic part of Pamela's story was that the man she got married to was even more ruthless and cruel to her than her family when he came out of coma. He forced her to terminate their surrogate babies, he divorced her and severed every ties with her. But fate brought them to cross paths again. Now a princess, an heiress and the CEO of the largest cooperation in the continent: What does the future hold for the both of them and their quadruplets which Louis Hayden thought had been flushed away? A story of destined fate, Twist and mystery...