Today is my husband's birthday, and I quietly went to his rented place to surprise him. However, what I saw left me stunned; he gave me a shock first!
Today is my husband's birthday, and I quietly went to his rented place to surprise him. However, what I saw left me stunned; he gave me a shock first!
I quietly opened the door to my husband Noah Russell's apartment. It was his birthday that day, and I had wanted to surprise him. But what I saw made me stunned. He had startled me first!
On a simple folding table lay a birthday cake with a corner cut off, the candles long extinguished. Takeout boxes were haphazardly piled together, and a few green beer bottles reflected the dim light. Two plastic cups still held some brown liquid, with bubbles lazily floating to the surface.
Clothes belonging to both a man and a woman were strewn carelessly on the floor and chairs. The woman's underwear was tossed on the floor leading to the bedroom.
Through the door, I could hear labored breathing and a woman's voice, breathlessly asking, "Are you sure your wife won't come today?"
"She won't, don't worry. She's busy with her work at the company. It's not the weekend, so she definitely won't come. Are you really that scared?"
"I'm not scared, I have you to back me up!" This was followed by a series of seductive laughter and moans.
I had watched steamy movies and read erotic novels, but I had never imagined I would witness a live performance in real life, starring my very own husband. I knew what was happening, but a terrifying curiosity compelled me to open the bedroom door.
As the door swung open, the woman let out a startled cry and quickly dove under the covers. Noah turned his head to see me. His first reaction was surprise, but by the third second, his face was calm. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting on the bed and pulling a corner of the quilt to cover himself slightly.
I didn't say a word. Everything was crystal clear, I'm not naive. I dropped the gift I had brought for him on the floor, turned around, and walked out the door, running down the stairs into the pitch-black night. I wanted the darkness to cover my eyes or help erase the scene that had just burned into my retinas.
Infidelity wasn't anything new, but seeing it enacted by someone so close to me felt like a weight on my chest, felt like I couldn't breathe. I was seeing stars, my legs were weak and I was unable to move.
This industrial district in Houston, factories stood tall, housing some of the world's top 500 companies. Yet at night, it was eerily quiet, with only the streetlights casting a dim glow, preventing complete darkness. Occasionally, cars would speed by, perhaps carrying couples rushing back to their dorms before lights out.
I managed a workshop of 200 people, dealing with workers daily. Communication was simple, but the tasks were tedious, because I was dealing with a group of youngsters who had a relatively low level of education and had started working early to earn a living.
I felt like a fool. All the signs were there, but I chose to ignore them, deceiving myself.
Noah didn't come looking for me, and I didn't want to see him. I didn't know how to face him, whether to resent or despise him. What difference would it make if he came looking for me? Or if he didn't? I stumbled towards the bus station and hoped to catch a taxi on the way back to my dormitory, the only place that could temporarily house my body and give my heart some respite.
The road stretched out before me, and as I looked ahead, it seemed endless. I wished it could be even longer, with no end in sight, giving me enough time to ponder what had happened between us. Tears streamed down my face, but I clenched my fists. I hated that man!
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.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
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