I married a mama's boy and outsmarted my wicked mother-in-law. One day, I received a text message: I'm pregnant.
I married a mama's boy and outsmarted my wicked mother-in-law. One day, I received a text message: I'm pregnant.
I married a man overly attached to his mother and struggled with a spiteful mother-in-law. One day, I received a text message. It read, "I'm pregnant."
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In the early morning, Lise Rowe sat on the living room couch. She hadn't slept all night, waiting for her hungover husband to wake up. Her in-laws had joined a three-day senior travel group.
Only Lise, her one-year-old daughter, and her husband Jerred Rowe remained at home.
Lise waited for Jerred to wake. She watched him casually wash up and walk to the dining table, expecting breakfast.
He froze. The table was empty.
"What's with no breakfast?" Jerred finally noticed Lise, who had sat on the couch all night. His tone carried a hint of complaint.
As he approached, an empty table held only a glaring divorce agreement, with a pen in Lise's hand.
"Jerred, let's get divorced." Lise's voice stayed gentle as always. Jerred seemed at a loss.
"Sign it. I only want our daughter, nothing else." Lise handed him the pen, placing it in his hand. She slid the divorce agreement closer, thoughtfully opened to the signature page. Her name appeared neat and graceful.
Jerred's hand trembled as he pushed the agreement away.
Lise felt disappointed, but it didn't matter. He would sign.
"Sign it. While your parents are away, let's hurry to City Hall and get the divorce finalized." Lise pushed the agreement back.
"Lise, what did I do wrong?"
"You didn't do anything wrong." Lise sighed. "You just didn't do anything at all."
She looked at him like he was a clueless child.
"I worked hard to earn money for our own home. I bought this place. But you brought your parents here without even asking me.
Fine, I could deal with that. Don't you see your mother bossing me around every day? At first, I thought you were just too scared to help me. Then I realized you were relieved it wasn't you dealing with her anymore.
Jerred, do I owe you something? Did I deserve to leave my hometown to marry you, to be criticized and targeted by your mother, to ruin my health after childbirth, to slave away for your family after work every day?"
Lise's emotions surged. Jerred's head hung lower.
"For the sake of our five years together, Jerred, I'm begging you. Let me go."
Jerred's trembling hand picked up the pen.
Lise watched quietly. Everything unfolded as she expected. Jerred was used to following orders, whether from his parents or her. That was why she chose him. Now, it was his fatal flaw.
"It's still early. Let's go to City Hall now." Lise moved to pick up the agreement, but the sound of the door startled her.
Hearing her in-laws return, Lise quickly stuffed the agreement into her bag.
"What are you doing?" Madison Rowe eyed Lise suspiciously, her gaze gleaming with the thrill of catching her in the act.
Lise had seen that look countless times over five years. It still chilled her heart.
"Nothing." Lise had secured the agreement and stood up calmly. She was tired of this act. "You must be tired from the trip. Go rest."
"I asked what you were doing." Madison pressed, unrelenting.
"Just some work documents," Lise said smoothly. "Can you step aside? Jerred and I need to get to work."
"Son, is that true?" Jerred didn't answer, looking helplessly at Lise.
Despite all her disappointments, this man always found a way to disappoint her more.
"Why are you looking at her? What's this woman making you do now? You're a grown man. How can you just do whatever your wife says?"
"Mom, stop asking," Jerred pleaded weakly, as usual, to no effect.
"Lise, you know my temper gets heated," Jerred's father Jake Rowe said. "She's older. Don't upset her. It's just documents. We won't understand them anyway. Just show her to put her mind at ease."
Jake always spoke softly, but it always worked in Madison's favor.
Lise sometimes envied Madison. She had a doting husband and an obedient son. Her life was smug and comfortable.
No wonder she couldn't stand a daughter-in-law who didn't obey.
These are company documents. I can't show them to just anyone. It's a matter of principle, even if you can't understand them."
"Principles? I'm your mother-in-law. I have the right and responsibility to keep an eye on you." Madison had moved closer and grabbed for Lise's bag.
In the struggle, the divorce agreement fell out. Madison snatched it up quickly.
"What's this?" Madison demanded, flipping through the pages.
"You signed it too?" Jerred's signature seemed to enrage her more.
Of course. A daughter-in-law slipping out of control, leading her obedient son to defy her-how could that not sting? Even as Madison tore the agreement to shreds in a fury, Lise felt a flicker of satisfaction.
Her daughter's cries rang out. Lise rushed to check on her. She returned to the living room, holding her daughter, as her in-laws and husband looked up.
"Forget it. I will never agree to this divorce."
Jerred stood silently behind Madison.
"Jerred, come with me to City Hall." Jerred nodded and started to follow, but Madison grabbed him, and he stopped.
"Jerred, are you spineless?" Lise mocked him, but Madison advanced menacingly. Mindful of her daughter, Lise didn't resist as Madison pushed her into the bedroom. The door locked. For the entire morning, Madison stood guard, refusing to let Jerred open it. Her daughter cried endlessly, and Madison didn't care. Lise's resolve to divorce only grew stronger.
At noon, the door opened. Lise, holding her daughter in one arm and pulling a suitcase with the other, headed out.
To her surprise, Jerred grabbed the suitcase.
"Jerred, your mom tells you to grab it, and you do. But when I asked you to open the door, you didn't listen."
In the tussle, Madison took the chance to snatch Lise's daughter.
The child cried, uncomfortable in Madison's hold. Lise tried to take her back, but Madison refused.
"It's noon. Hurry up and make lunch. Don't you want your daughter?"
Lise couldn't believe Madison could say such a thing. But seeing Jake and her husband looking away, she had no choice.
While cooking, Lise regretted not buying poison to end this family's hold over her.
When she finally held her daughter again, Lise realized her whole body trembled. She wanted to scream, to sob, but no sound came from her throat.
All afternoon, Lise stayed in. She cooked dinner as usual and returned to her room. Madison, either too confident or too lazy from her comfortable life, slept in the next morning. Lise didn't hesitate. She grabbed her suitcase, held her daughter, and left.
She took her daughter back to her parents' home.
It was a poor mountain village. Lise had been the one who could change her destiny. Five years ago, she defied everything to marry Jerred, causing a rift with her family.
Back then, she only wanted to escape that home. Now, she returned in defeat.
"Finally remember to came back." Her father's words were harsh, but he stepped aside to let her in. Lise felt a surge of joy.
"Dad, I want a divorce."
Her father frowned and sighed deeply. "What are you stirring up now? Your child's so young, and you're talking divorce."
"Madison keeps finding ways to torment me. I can't take it anymore."
"Every family has in-law conflicts. Are you too delicate?" Her mother didn't understand why Lise would divorce over this.
Lise asked, "Didn't you both oppose me marrying Jerred back then?"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
Livia Shelby, 19, is forced into marriage with Damian Alexander - a ruthless CEO with a cold heart. Hate simmers beneath the surface, and sometimes it blurs the line between resentment and desire. But what happens when the love that grows between them is bound by a contract... and forbidden to be spoken? Author's Note: This book has been previously published on several platforms. This version is a revised and improved edition.
When I was eight, Dante Moretti pulled me from the fire that killed my family. For ten years, the powerful crime boss was my protector and my god. Then, he announced his engagement to another woman to unite two criminal empires. He brought her home and named her the future mistress of the Moretti family. In front of everyone, his fiancée forced a cheap metal collar around my neck, calling me their pet. Dante knew I was allergic. He just watched, his eyes cold, and ordered me to take it. That night, I listened through the walls as he took her to his bed. I finally understood the promise he’d made me as a child was a lie. I wasn't his family. I was his property. After a decade of devotion, my love for him finally turned to ash. So on his birthday, the day he celebrated his new future, I walked out of his gilded cage for good. A private jet was waiting to take me to my real father—his greatest enemy.
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
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