The Divorce He Filed Himself

My wife, Victoria, was the glamorous face of AuraLife, her wildly successful lifestyle brand. Everyone saw me as a quiet man, perhaps a little lost, living comfortably off her fame. What they didn't know was that I secretly bankrolled her entire empire, meticulously guiding every strategic move from the shadows. All I ever truly wanted was quiet and anonymity. That peace shattered when her executive assistant, Chad, and his drunk friends, hijacked my private yacht. They trashed it, openly mocked me, and then, in a cruel impulse, Chad shoved my younger sister, Chloe, into the water, just hours before her crucial Ivy League scholarship interview. I pulled a terrified, sputtering Chloe from the waves, bruised and furious. But the real blow came when Victoria arrived. Seeing her defaced yacht and her soaked, shaken husband and sister, her only concern was how we were "embarrassing" her. She then dismissed Chad's vile advances on Chloe with a chilling smile, telling my sister to "be a sport." That was the breaking point. The casual cruelty, the utter betrayal from someone who claimed to be my wife, was too much. They believed they knew me – a meek, submissive husband. They had no idea who they were truly dealing with. With a silent press of a hidden button on my watch, the sky filled with the deafening thrum of black helicopters and the roar of tactical boats. My private security force, Sentinel Group, swarmed the island, ready to obey my every command. Victoria's carefully constructed empire, built on my money and her lies, was about to crumble spectacularly. And Chad? He was about to learn the true, devastating cost of trifling with "Mr. E."

My ticket to independence hung in my hand: a documentary grant to untamed Alaska. It was my chance to escape the gilded cage of my guardian Ethan' s estate and finally shed the unrequited love I secretly harbored for him. Then came the Tech Billionaires' Charity Gala, a final, suffocating night in his world. I watched his polished girlfriend, Isabella, subtly slip something into Ethan' s drink. My heart pounded – he was being drugged. I got him home, and in his drugged state, a night of desperate intimacy unfolded. Later, two pink lines confirmed a terrifying, impossible joy. But the next morning, Isabella appeared, perfectly coiffed, staging a cruel charade. Ethan, disoriented, dismissed me, his heart-shattering dismissal fueled by her lies. How could he be so blind? How could she be so utterly ruthless? My stomach clenched, the secret of our child now a bitter burden, conceived in deceit and dismissed by the man who should have been its father. Alaska was no longer just a career move; it was an urgent, desperate flight. I would vanish from his life, carry this secret alone, praying Isabella's shadow couldn't reach me, determined to build my own future.

For seven years, I was Sarah Miller, dating Senator Ethan Bailey, my life a meticulously crafted lie for a shadowy organization. I was nearing my triumph, about to secure his loyalty. Then, a shattered glass, scattered files. Ethan' s furious roar echoed: "A. God. Damn. Assignment?" Our entire relationship, a carefully woven deception, was exposed. My D.C. career turned to ash. Ostracized and radioactive, I thought hope arrived in Mark Thorne, but his 'devotion' was another twisted lie, a calculated tactic fueled by his obsession for Ethan' s new wife, Victoria. Victoria unleashed a horrifying campaign of torment: public humiliations, framed corruption, a deepfake. She called my murdered assistant, Izzy, a "loose end." Worst of all, Mark, cold and brutal, snapped the neck of my only solace, my dog Buster. How could my life become a landscape of such profound betrayal and calculated cruelty? Every supposed kindness, every bond, revealed as a sickening deception. Shattered and broken, I whispered one word to Aegis: "Extraction." My past memories were wiped clean. I awoke as Amy Peterson, free in a quiet Maine town. But the man who destroyed me, Mark Thorne, was unknowingly given an Aegis "Redemption Mandate," sent to earn my love, unaware I' m finally truly protected from his lies.

I watched my wife, Jessica, lavish attention on her brother Mark and his son, Leo, while our own daughter, Chloe, faded into the background, a ghost in her own home. But the breaking point wasn't a loud argument; it was the terrifying, quiet wheeze of our six-year-old needing an ER visit for a severe asthma attack – while Jessica, her mother, was conveniently "unavailable" for some emergency involving her beloved family. I rushed Chloe to the hospital, only to be met by Jessica, not with concern, but with excuses prioritizing Mark. Later, orchestrated by Mark, Chloe was coerced into a forced bone marrow donation for Leo, tearing my fragile daughter apart. I was held back, helpless, as they took what they wanted from her. How could a mother, a 'councilwoman' hailed as a loyal citizen, betray her own child so completely? Every promise of hers was empty, every word a lie, as her pathological loyalty to that parasite destroyed our daughter. Then Mark, the insidious puppet master, played his final card: he begged Jessica to have his baby. In that moment, watching her hesitate, a chilling clarity washed over me. "Actually, Jessica," I told her, "it makes a certain kind of sense. I' m willing to sell you." This wasn't just a divorce; it was an emancipation. I signed the papers, took Chloe's hand, and walked away, leaving behind a life, a wife, and a family that was never truly ours for a real dawn.

My life was a perfect ballet: Juilliard-bound, adored by Ethan Miller, the golden boy everyone envied. Our future shone brighter than any stage light. Then, the crash. A blinding flash, then darkness. I woke up to a hospital room, my ballerina legs amputated, a devastating gift from Jess, Ethan' s obsessed ex, who' d deliberately run me down. Every dream shattered. But the real nightmare began when I uncovered Ethan's secret. The man who vowed 'forever,' whose hand I clung to, was secretly comforting Jess, his 'enemy,' filling her with false hope and a twisted compassion. His perfect devotion was a suffocating lie, driving me deeper into a pit of physical and emotional agony. How could the man I loved betray me so utterly, with the very person who destroyed my life? The whys screamed in my head, a desperate, hollow echo in a world turned to ash. With nothing left but the unbearable pain, I sought the final escape. But instead of an end, I found a terrifying twist: I woke up in a hospital bed, three years earlier, my legs miraculously whole, memories of my devastating demise burning clear. This time, I would rewrite my tragic fate and break free from this cursed cycle.

My life, as a firefighter paramedic, seemed straightforward. I was engaged to Chloe, my high school sweetheart, and planned a future with her. But a secret, solemn commitment changed everything: to fulfill my dying adoptive mother Sarah's final wish, I quietly married Army Captain Maya Rodriguez. However, my return home to our shared house in Havenwood plunged me into a nightmare. Chloe, without consultation, announced her manipulative "rescuer," Ricky Vargas, and his young son Leo, were moving in indefinitely. This unwelcome intrusion quickly escalated into hostile takeover. Chloe dismissed my every concern, turning my personal office into Ricky's son's room, only for that child to deface my most sacred heirloom-my late father's firefighter helmet. When I confronted the boy, Ricky, the master manipulator, orchestrated a scene where his son feigned injury, leading Chloe to immediately side with him, accusing me of violence. She then unleashed a torrent of venom, calling me "just an orphan" and ordering me to leave, a cruel tirade unknowingly recorded and later shared by Ricky to twist the knife deeper. The ultimate betrayal came when Chloe, exploiting my profession, had me detained at the hospital and actively blocked my calls, callously preventing me from saying goodbye to my dying mother. Sarah passed away alone, a direct consequence of Chloe's spiteful actions. How could the woman I was supposed to marry, my childhood love, inflict such profound pain and injustice, stripping me of my dignity and my last moments with my mother? Reeling from grief, despair, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal, I chose to sever all ties, escaping the suffocating toxicity of my past. I walked away from Havenwood, from Chloe, and got on a plane, ready to face an unknown future with my new wife, Maya.

Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?

After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.

Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.

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.”

Ashley is burned alive by her half-sister, but she gets a second chance to undo all of her past. She was reborn ten years ago, and this time she is determined to find a strong backer for herself to take revenge. "I'll take revenge for everything you've done, and I'll make you all suffer!" Author's Note: This story was originally published under the same title on another platform. This version has been fully revised to improve grammar, clarity, and overall reading flow, but the plot remains unchanged. It is now released under a non-exclusive contract. Thank you for reading and supporting this refined edition!

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