His Neglected Wife

My name is Sarah Miller, and I gave up everything for the man I loved. When a scandal threatened my fiancé Ethan Vance's political ambitions, I sacrificed my family's ancestral land and treasured heirloom locket to the ruthless Arthur Sterling, clearing Ethan's massive debt. I then endured brutal months in Sterling's notorious sweatshop, working until my body broke, leaving me with a permanent limp and a jagged scar. But the day Ethan won his election, the news crushed me: he was engaged to Tori Sterling, Arthur Sterling's cruel daughter. I limped to his victory celebration, desperate for his promised future, only for him to look me dead in the eyes and publicly declare, "I don't know you." Tori sneered, branding me a "delusional ex," and amid their mocking laughter, Ethan had Sterling's enforcers banish me from town. How could the man I crippled myself for betray me so utterly, abandoning me for the very family who orchestrated my ruin? Cast out, every sacrifice seemingly for nothing, a searing injustice ignited a desperate fire within me. Limping away from everything I knew, I set my sights on whispered legends of a hidden community, The Hollow. I would seek refuge there, not to hide, but to forge a new destiny and, one day, demand the fierce justice I deserved.

Sarah Miller, a brilliant software engineer, poured her genius and every last penny into rebuilding her disgraced tech mogul boyfriend, Ethan Knight. She sacrificed everything, even her own health enduring a miscarriage, to help him rise from the ashes and build a billion-dollar empire. But success revealed Ethan's true monstrous nature. He brought his heavily pregnant ex-girlfriend, Jessica, home, ordering Sarah to serve her. With his venomous mother, Eleanor, they turned Sarah' s life into a nightmare of relentless humiliation. The ultimate public degradation came at a charity gala when Ethan, in front of their wealthy peers, ordered Sarah to kneel and polish Jessica' s shoes with a cocktail napkin. Days later, Sarah discovered she was pregnant with Ethan's child, a secret flicker of hope. But his cruelty knew no bounds; after physically assaulting her, he locked her in a freezing garage on a bitter winter' s night. When she desperately revealed her pregnancy, he sneered, dismissing it as "manipulation." Abandoned and freezing, a chilling clarity settled over Sarah. The man she loved was gone, replaced by a monster more concerned with another woman's "important" pregnancy. In that dark, cold garage, she made the most agonizing, yet utterly resolute, decision of her life. When Jessica's lies finally unraveled, and a desperate Ethan, clutching Sarah's positive pregnancy test, begged for reconciliation, Sarah calmly shattered his world. "The baby is gone, Ethan," she whispered, "I had an abortion this morning. There is no 'us'." With that, she walked away, leaving him utterly ruined, her own path to healing finally begun.

For five years, I lived as Sarah Miller, the unassuming wife of a rising tech executive. I meticulously hid my true identity as Sarah Sterling, heiress to a vast fortune, believing my quiet support was building my husband Ethan's dreams. But that carefully constructed facade shattered at a school fair. Instead of Ethan, engrossed in a "critical product demo," I found him openly laughing with his colleague, Chloe, her son perched on his shoulders, a perfect family portrait. The text "Saw you. Don't make a scene" burned my eyes as he publicly humiliated me, even tripping me. Later, when our innocent daughter Lily approached him, he coldly asked, "Whose kid is this?" The humiliation deepened when Chloe, smirking, implied Ethan was hers, and he prioritized her son over Lily. I soon discovered his "hard-earned" success was funding Chloe's lavish lifestyle, not ours. Days later, as Lily fought a severe asthma attack, Ethan, ignoring her labored breathing and hearing Chloe's laugh, dismissed my desperate plea for help as "dramatic." My world, a carefully constructed illusion, crumbled, replaced by a cold, burning rage. Years of "late nights" and "urgent work trips" weren' t ambition; they were a double life, built entirely on my blind trust and, ironically, my family' s secret funds. This wasn't just an affair; it was an elaborate deception, a meticulously orchestrated project of my own foolishness. The custom-made dollhouse I' d ordered for Lily' s birthday, now casually claimed by Ethan for Chloe's son, was the ultimate betrayal. But the Sterling heiress, buried for five years, was about to resurface. The quiet, unassuming Sarah Miller died that day. Now, as Sarah Sterling, I would reclaim my power, dismantle my husband's fraudulent empire, and show him the true cost of his betrayal.

For my entire life, I lived in my brother Jack's shadow. He was the charming, reckless musician; I was Emily, the quiet, responsible daughter, always overlooked. As my mother, Susan Carter, lay dictating her will, I braced myself. The old lawyer read it aloud: "To my son, Jack, the house and all my savings." A predictable inheritance for the favored son. But for me: "To my daughter, Emily, I leave my collection of old family recipe books, and the contents of the cedar chest in the attic." Recipe books. An old chest. Worthless junk. It was the ultimate dismissal. While Jack got new bikes, I patched my holed shoes. While Mom funded his music dreams, I worked two jobs for my teaching degree. My A' s uncelebrated; his D-grade parties. Even in death, I was utterly alone, replaced by his triumphant smirk. How could she? After everything I'd done for her – doctor appointments, meals. This wasn't just neglect; this was personal. A deliberate statement: "You are not valued. You are not loved. Not like he is." My heart pounded with agonizing injustice. Could there be anything more? Anything at all? Mark, my husband, eyed my "worthless" inheritance. "What if your mom didn' t know?" he suggested. "Or what if… she left them for a reason, Emily? You love history. You' re the teacher." The bitterness remained, but a defiant spark ignited. What if this seemingly worthless inheritance held a secret, a different kind of legacy?

My mother was dying, and the transplant was her only hope, but it was "very expensive." I swore I'd find the money, somehow. But then, my fiancé broke off our engagement, choosing Sophia Bellweather instead. Desperate, I accepted my childhood friend Ethan Miller's shocking proposal: he'd cover all medical costs if I married him. He became my savior. My mother still died shortly after the surgery, her body rejecting the organ. Five years into our stable, quiet marriage, I overheard Ethan and his friend talking. "That organ was meant for Sarah Williams. You diverted it, Ethan. You played God." My world stopped. He admitted my mother's organ had been rerouted to save Sophia Bellweather' s mother. And our marriage? "A penance," he confessed, "to give Ava a good life, to protect her. And… it kept things quiet." The man I married, my supposed savior, had orchestrated my mother's death out of obsession for another woman. My entire life, my grief, my five-year marriage-a meticulously crafted lie. My heart hammered, a cold fury rising. I was a fool, walking blindly into a monstrous deception. He destroyed everything. Now, everything will be destroyed, starting with finding the truth.

I had it all – a secured Yale scholarship, a bright future, and a best friend, Scarlett, who seemed genuinely happy for my success. She even convinced me to take the SATs with her, 'just for fun,' like we always did everything together. But that 'fun' was a sinister plot. Scarlett, consumed by a poisonous envy I never recognized, used a dark web app called 'Score Swapper' to steal my nearly perfect SAT result, making it hers. My future, meticulously built, crumbled instantly. Yale revoked my scholarship, my name smeared by Scarlett' s aunt, our school guidance counselor, with fabricated misconduct papers. Former friends abandoned me, and even my boyfriend, Blake, stared at me with pure disgust, completely believing Scarlett's cunning lies. Publicly shamed, isolated, and utterly heartbroken, I couldn't fathom such a cruel, calculated betrayal. My world went dark when Scarlett, her face twisted in a chilling smirk, lured me to an abandoned construction site, whispering, 'You should have just stayed dumb, Ava,' before pushing me to my death. But then I woke up, screaming, tangled in my bedsheets-the day before the SATs. My previous life wasn't a nightmare; it was a devastating memory. I was back. This time, I wouldn't just survive. This time, Scarlett, you' re going to pay for every single thing you did.

After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."

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!"

It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”

Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."

When your mate cheated the night before your wedding with your best friend, and your father insisted you go on with the wedding because you're nothing but an asset. Under the influence of your anger, you had a one night stand with a stranger in rut who marked you as his without a second thought. Next day, your mate showed up and called the man you spent the night with, "Lycan King..." Lycan King? The same vicious Lycan King that was about to rain war on your pack?

Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."