On our tenth wedding anniversary, Song Ming looked at me affectionately.
On our tenth wedding anniversary, Song Ming looked at me affectionately.
Kory and I were college sweethearts, together from school uniforms to wedding vows.
Our tenth wedding anniversary fell on that day, and I always believed our bond was strong.
But he chose that moment to say, "Aria, let's get a divorce."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
A divorce? Now? On our anniversary?
"Kory, why would you want a divorce out of nowhere? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you've been great. I'm just bored."
Bored? That was his excuse to dismiss me?
I pressed, unwilling to let it go. "Why? You owe me a reason."
He stared at me for a moment, his face hardening as he began to criticize. "All these years, I've covered every expense. In over a decade of marriage, you never once offered to work. I toil all day and just want to come home to rest, but you can't even manage basic housework."
His words stunned me.
He was the one who insisted I shouldn't work, saying he didn't want me to suffer in a job.
And I wasn't truly a stay-at-home wife. Besides caring for my mom, I wrote novels online and earned my own income.
"Kory, I do work. I contribute to this family just like you." I defended myself.
He scoffed. "That pittance you earn from writing? I wouldn't take it if you begged me. Look at yourself. You don't even resemble a refined lady. I'm embarrassed to be seen with you."
I was at a loss for words, but I understood. When a man started nitpicking your appearance, he likely had someone else.
So I asked directly, "Are you seeing someone else?"
Kory seemed ready to lay it all bare and admitted, "Yes, Stella is gentle and caring. She's far better than you. She's a modern woman, independent and graceful, not like you, always asking me for money. Any man would know who to choose. Plus, she's pregnant."
Pregnant?
My chest tightened, and I clenched my fists, barely controlling my voice. "Kory, didn't we agree to be childfree?"
"That was your idea. I've always wanted kids. You just refused to have them. If you won't give me a child successful, plenty of women will."
"But Kory, if you wanted kids, why didn't you talk to me? Couldn't we have discussed it?"
"I've been poking holes in the condoms for years. It's your body that's the problem."
His words left me reeling.
Was this the same charming, considerate husband I remembered?
"Are you sure it's me who can't conceive?" I asked through gritted teeth.
But Kory, impatient, cut me off. "My lawyer will come by tomorrow. Pack your things and leave. Don't worry, I won't leave you with nothing after all these years."
"Kory, you're in that much of a rush?"
"Honestly, I can't stand looking at you anymore."
Without hesitation, I stepped forward and slapped him, my hand stinging from the force.
"Kory, don't regret this!"
"I won't!"
His confidence was unshakable. I grabbed my bag, which held his infertility diagnosis, and left without looking back.
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."
Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman. As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius. When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval."
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.
In her past life, she trusted the wrong people-and betrayed the one man who loved her most. Blinded by lies, she pushed her fiancé into ruin. Yet even as the world turned against him, he forgave her. And in the end, he slaughtered all her enemies, before using the final blade to follow her into death. Now reborn, she swears to rewrite her fate. This time, she tears apart the fake innocents, crushes the traitors, and rises in brilliance-only for one purpose: to win back the heart of the man she once destroyed. But little does she know. He never truly left. From the shadows, he has already laid his trap, created a world where she can only fall-back into his arms. A love once buried in blood and regret will now reignite amidst vengeance, redemption, and fate's cruel game.
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
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