Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Poisoned Love, A Friendship's Deadly End
To keep my boyfriend Alex in law school, I begged my father to pay his tuition. But the day I moved to the city to be with him, I found him cheating with my best friend, Ivy. The betrayal didn't end there. My father, a respected union leader, was framed for misusing funds-the very money he'd borrowed for Alex-and died in disgrace. My mother had a mental breakdown from the grief. As I cared for my mother, I neglected my own health, only to be diagnosed with terminal cancer. Returning to my hometown to die, I ran into Alex and Ivy again. Ivy, now pregnant with Alex's child, sneered at me. "Your father begged me to leave Alex alone," she said, a cruel smile on her face. "So I reported him. He died because of you, Clarisa. You're the one who killed him."/0/83465/coverorgin.jpg?v=64f8525724be411b8ab4a21ccd346e4d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, Her Reckless Life
My life as a park ranger was dedicated to protecting the Fakahatchee Strand and its crown jewel, the priceless Ghost Orchid, a quiet passion my wife, Chloe, never seemed to grasp. Then, my day off was shattered by a call: the Super Ghost had been cruelly stolen. What I saw on the security footage twisted my stomach: it was Chloe, my wife, laughing and posing for selfies with her crypto-bro lover, Kyle, as they brutally sawed off the very orchid I swore to protect, all while she was supposedly on a "girls' trip" I had paid for. When I confronted her at the ranger station, she played the frantic victim, but her parents only launched into a furious tirade, blaming me for everything. The hospital confirmed my deepest fears when the ER doctor calmly announced Chloe's injury was from "strenuous physical activity" with Kyle, publicly shaming my wife and her accusatory parents. Yet, even from her hospital bed, Chloe and Kyle shamelessly posed for "recovery" selfies, attempting to monetize their disgrace, even trying to use a fake pregnancy to ensnare me. How could the woman I had once loved be so utterly devoid of empathy and so pathologically manipulative, trying to offload her lover's child onto me after everything? The audacity was a deep, sickening insult to every shred of decency I possessed. I was finally done being her victim. In a final, explosive confrontation, her unchecked rage boiled over, causing her to lash out and accidentally scald an innocent bystander-who devastatingly turned out to be her own brother's fiancée. That shocking incident was my undeniable cue to walk away, pursue the divorce, leave the toxic swamp of our past behind, and reclaim my peace, finally finding a life truly worth living far from her chaos./0/84873/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf6476f40b9da534d50eaa91089c092a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Framed Father's Fierce Flight
The laughter from my living room, once a cherished sound, now felt like a constant reminder of my invisibility. My wife, Sophia, and our children, Lucas and Mia, hung on every word of my charming brother, Ethan, on screen-a level of admiration they never afforded me, the stay-at-home dad who managed their entire lives. Then, Mia' s innocent question hit like a physical blow: "Does that mean Uncle Ethan can come live with us? He could be our new dad!" Lucas eagerly agreed, "He's way more fun than Dad." Their words, fueled by Sophia' s constant undermining and Ethan' s manipulation, confirmed they had already replaced me. When I tried to leave, they escalated. Lucas and Mia trashed my belongings, writing "LOSER DAD" on my pillow. Despite my calm, Lucas shoved me, sending my head crashing against a dresser. As I lay bleeding and disoriented, Sophia, seeing a convenient escape, called 911, accusing me of "trashing the room" and "scaring the children." The injustice was crushing. How could the family I sacrificed everything for not only betray me but then frame me as the villain? The children I raised, now strangers, were echoing their mother' s twisted narrative. Their combined cruelty and her calculated performance left me speechless, but a quiet resolve began to harden. I would leave this place, this life built on my sacrifice and their ingratitude. I would fight for my freedom, even if it meant dismantling the image of the perfect family they so readily discarded./0/86594/coverorgin.jpg?v=52b6a2c18a4bf39c8205bf907fd00d9a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In Prison For Five Years Only Get His Betrayal
For five years, I counted the cracks in my prison cell ceiling, believing each one represented a promise from David Chen: "Five years, Sarah. Just five years, and we' ll have the world." I took the fall for him, choosing his future-our future-over mine. The day I walked free, I expected to step into the empire we' d built. Instead, I walked into a betrayal. David, the man I' d loved, had replaced me with Ashley Peterson, his new lover, and rebranded my company, Miller Logistics, as Chen Enterprises. He greeted my return with cold indifference, dismissing my sacrifice even as he paraded Ashley like a trophy. I saw my loyal right-hand man, Mark, beaten and broken in a hidden basement room, a brutal reminder of David's ruthlessness and Ashley's complicity. All new faces filled my old company, all loyal to David. My heart shattered as David physically attacked me, screaming that I had ruined everything. He dragged me to a staged kidnapping recovery, where Ashley publicly accused me of plotting against her, David defending her. Then, David ordered his men to humiliate me, demanding I kneel and apologize to Ashley. How could the man I loved, the man I sacrificed everything for, become such a monster? How could he betray me so completely? Amidst the chaos, a calm voice cut through the darkness. Liam Hayes, a powerful and mysterious businessman, stepped in, revealing David's treachery and saving me from further harm. This was my chance. I wouldn' t just survive; I would make them pay for every tear, every scar, every broken promise./0/84404/coverorgin.jpg?v=083fd4fc1c26c0e9df2a398a7b080037&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wife's Cruel Secret
My name is Nathaniel Lester, a legacy in The Directorate, a secret agency where my legendary father, "Ghost," once operated. I chose to sacrifice a leadership career, opting for a field agent role, all to stay close to my high-ranking handler wife, Sylvia, whom I loved more than anything. That choice shattered my world during a mission in Eastern Europe when I was captured by mercenaries, tortured, and had the crucial "Rosetta Key" cut from my arm, leaving me broken and left for dead. My hero, Sylvia, later rescued me, but her voice from the hospital hallway - "using the mercenaries to set up Nathaniel... maybe we went too far," followed by, "Caleb needs the Rosetta Key... As for Nathaniel? He has me. That's enough" - echoed louder than any scream. My wife, the woman I devoted everything to, and my lifelong mentor, conspired to leave me brutally maimed for a promotion for some rookie named Caleb, destroying my body, my career, and my very identity. They systematically fed me lies, delayed my healing with fake serums, and orchestrated my public humiliation, stripping me of my clearance and painting me as a traitor just as Caleb, the one who benefited from my agony, was groomed to replace me. How could my closest allies betray me so utterly? What dark game were they playing, and why did my sacrifice mean so little? Alone in that locked room, with nothing left but searing pain and raging fury, I remembered one thing they forgot: my father, Ghost, always had a contingency for betrayal. I activated his hidden protocol, a desperate signal sent through my life force, relinquishing my old self to call the Ghost home, knowing this was either my end or my ultimate rebirth./0/81119/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a2add673a1eb77201ab7494e4f7f1e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ice Queen's Vengeance
I was Elara "Ellie" Vance, America's golden girl of figure skating, with the Olympics just within reach. My whole life, and my Grandma Rose's dream, was about to come true. Tonight was the final synchronized skating practice, where the Olympic roster would be finalized. But my boyfriend, Ethan, and my rival, Tiffany Hayes, had other plans. First, they conspired to lock me in a storage room, making me miss the team cut. Then, on a secluded track, Ethan, at Tiffany's cruel urging, brought a heavy discus down on my leg, shattering my Olympic dream forever. As I lay broken, Tiffany called my beloved Grandma Rose, taunting her with graphic photos of my injury. The shock of their malicious cruelty caused my grandmother to have a fatal heart attack, leaving me utterly alone. Ethan then helped Tiffany swiftly cremate her body, eliminating any evidence of their vile act, while the media slandered me, accusing me of my own downfall and even provoking my grandma' s death. My life, my legacy, my family – all brutally ripped away by the people I thought loved me, twisted by their lies and narcissistic manipulation. How could the man I loved, my "angel," engineer such a monstrous plot? I was an athlete, a granddaughter, now a broken shell, framed and publicly shamed. The injustice was suffocating, leaving me gasping for air. Yet, just as I stood on the brink of despair, a powerful, unexpected figure burst through the venomous media circus – Marcus Thorne, Ethan' s estranged billionaire uncle, my unlikely savior. He was the key to unlocking the truth, and he created the first real opening for my relentless pursuit of justice./0/81432/coverorgin.jpg?v=d506d55264daa62b9b8a7b26aee37406&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster in My Marriage
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./1/102551/coverorgin.jpg?v=3bd31fa9bad599c821e3f2c4de3d54be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Child I Carried Secretly
I was recovering from surgery for a stress-induced ulcer, the price I' d paid for building an empire with my husband, Braden. He said he was at a work dinner. He lied. From my hospital bed, I found his anonymous online confession: a sordid tale of his affair with a young intern while his "sick" partner was away. The details were a perfect match. But the true horror came later. His mistress, Kandy, in a fit of rage, shoved me so hard I fell. The fall caused a miscarriage, ending the life of the child I was secretly carrying-the child he had begged me for. He later saved me from a fire, leaving him with a mangled leg. In the hospital, he pleaded for my forgiveness, then begged me to spare Kandy from the consequences. "She's just a kid," he pleaded. He wanted me to save the very person who destroyed our baby. In that moment, the woman he married died. I decided I wouldn't just leave him. I would systematically destroy everything he had ever built./0/83935/coverorgin.jpg?v=452849d1f000b7a1712578ce31debfd9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Traitor's Bride: Unleashed
The first thing I felt was the cold marble against my cheek. Then, the sharp, metallic smell of my own blood. My husband, Ryan Scott, stood over me, his face twisted with hateful satisfaction as I drew my last breath on the execution platform. He blamed me for something I didn't do, for the deaths of a woman and her son he was obsessed with. My powerful family, once my shield, was destroyed; my father, executed. I woke with a gasp in my New York penthouse, the sun streaming through the windows – it was today, the day it all began again. My chief of staff called, panicked, about Ryan' s public protest demanding the release of an immigrant woman and her son, accused spies. In my first life, I begged Ryan to stop, used my family' s influence to deport them, and they were executed by their home country, sealing my fate. Ryan' s love turned to a decade of simmering hatred that ended with my own brutal execution. But this time, as he stormed into our bedroom, accusing me, I knew he remembered it all too, yet learned nothing. He tried to humiliate me, then bombed our penthouse to erase me from his twisted new timeline. I barely escaped, only to see him planning a full-blown coup, foreign mercenaries at his side, ready to burn Washington to the ground. Why was he doing this? Why was he still so blind, so obsessed with a foreign national, willing to betray everything for her? And why was I the only one who remembered the true depths of his depravity? Not this time. I called his uncle, activated a secret family pact, and set in motion a battle for the fate of our nation, determined to ensure the history I knew would never repeat itself./0/85343/coverorgin.jpg?v=91b950463a51cf446d8e16d681c402be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Betrayal, His Rebirth
The memory was a ghost that never left my apartment. It played on a loop: Sarah, glowing on screen, cheering fans, my game "Aetheria" about to launch. "Five more minutes, baby," she' d whispered, "And the world will see what a genius you are. I' ll make sure of it." I believed her. I poured everything into "Aetheria," my masterpiece. Sarah, the biggest streamer, was my partner, promising a massive launch. But when her stream hit zero, not "Aetheria," but "Chrono Rift," a cheap clone, filled the screen. Then her voice, slick and commercial, declared, "THIS is the game of the year. 'Chrono Rift' is here!" The betrayal was immediate. She savaged my game: "A little birdie told me 'Aetheria' is a buggy, unplayable mess. Don' t waste your money. The developer is in way over his head." The world broke. Months later, surrounded by final notice bills, I heard her on the news. "Chrono Rift" sold ten million units. Mark, its developer, wrapped an arm around her, speaking of their "stable future." I later learned of their affair, their secret deal. My ruin was their business expense. Why? How could she? The woman I loved, my partner, had systematically destroyed me for profit. Clicking off the TV, I saw an old hard drive labeled "Nexus," my abandoned first project. Plugging it in, I saw a strange line of code, a "developer' s blessing," reminding me of boundless creativity. A jolt. I would rebuild. I started "Aetheria 2.0." Their castle of glass stood, but I was gathering stones./0/86751/coverorgin.jpg?v=755d0d723f976cd4573ab8b7dd885be3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, Her Blazing Return
My whole life was a joke, and I was the last one to get the punchline. I sacrificed everything after my parents supposedly died in a car crash, working three jobs to raise my little brother, Alex. I gave up my dreams, my college scholarship, everything, just to make sure he had the best. But at Alex's graduation party, the punchline hit. The hall doors opened, and in walked my "dead" parents, David and Mary Miller, alive, well, and wealthier than ever, accompanied by a woman my age whom they introduced as their real daughter, Jessica. They calmly informed me I was just "the help," a "tool" to raise Alex, who wasn't even my real brother. They confessed they faked their deaths to escape debt, planning to reclaim their "brilliant son" once he was successful. When I pleaded with Alex, the boy I' d raised, he looked away, siding with them. As they dragged me to a dark alley, no one came to help, not even Alex, who just watched. Then there was only darkness. Until I opened my eyes again. I was back in my old bedroom, on the day of my parents' fake funeral, eighteen years old again. It was all a lie. The love, the family, the sacrifice-all for nothing. The world spun with betrayal and rage. I didn't understand how they could discard me so easily, how Alex could betray me. Why were they so cruel? What kind of parents would do this? But this time, I wouldn't be the fool. I was back, and I was going to burn their whole world to the ground./0/79555/coverorgin.jpg?v=380ca6147675ca86e3544715144b582d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Gave My Heart, He Gave Me Humiliation
My life revolved around Ethan, the secret husband I loved fiercely, despite the feud between our families. Then, Chloe Vance, his ex-girlfriend and now stepmother, cornered me in a powder room with a cruel bet: ten chances to make Ethan publicly claim me, or I'd sign divorce papers and disappear. Each attempt to win his affection ended in public humiliation. He remained cold, his attention always on Chloe, who openly delighted in my torment. He looked at me with disgust when I tried to bridge the distance, abandoned me in a fire, and watched me suffer an acid attack – his only concern for her. Despite my agony, he later tried to make me take the fall for her sordid scandals. How could the man I loved treat me with such brutal indifference, repeatedly choosing his ex-girlfriend while I withered? Was I merely a convenient shield, a secret to be hidden, while his true devotion remained with another woman? The casual cruelty, the dismissive betrayal, chipped away at everything I believed. Watching him side with her after that horrific attack, something inside me irrevocably shattered. My foolish, stubborn love for Ethan Gold finally, completely died. I decided then that I wouldn't just leave; I would reclaim my life and dignity, severing every last tie to the man who never truly saw me. And he would finally understand what he had lost./1/102082/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6bb075094adf22e1431e7ac8c097b9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day My Love Shattered
My fiancé, Keith, was supposed to pick me up from the airport after my two-week solo trip. Instead, I was stranded alone in the rain, abandoned for his "fragile" protégé, Kandice. He claimed car trouble, but a single phone call revealed the truth: he was at a party, celebrating with her. Then came the text from Kandice-a selfie of her on his lap, captioned: "Don't worry, Dr. Blackburn is all mine tonight! " Moments later, a text from Keith: "Sorry, sweetheart. Car trouble. Had to drop Kandice off first. I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't wait up." The blatant contradiction, the years of his gaslighting and emotional abuse, finally shattered something inside me. He had spent three years making me feel small, insecure, and crazy, always prioritizing Kandice's manufactured drama over my well-being. I used to think love meant enduring his cruelty, but standing there, soaked and betrayed, I realized my love had its limits. So, I made a call. "Mr. Davies," I said, my voice steady. "About that five-year overseas assignment in London. I'd like to accept."/0/86595/coverorgin.jpg?v=023f39d311b12d9c07d1f0b6f8e0cc2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond His Savior's Touch
My husband, Ben, a tech genius, poured his entire fortune into building a neuro-oncology center, a monument of science, all to save me from an aggressive brain tumor. Everyone called him a savior. But the day they announced the first human trial, his eyes, shining with feverish light, were not solely on me. Instead, they fixed on a perfect subject, a young woman whose tumor was a near-identical match to mine. And with her came the faint, sweet scent of a cheap perfume. That night, my world shattered. A video flashed on my phone: his new research assistant, Chloe, in his lab coat, unbuttoned, in his office. He was already setting fire to our world, the man who swore he'd burn the world down for me. The headaches were worsening, the memory gaps growing longer. Dr. Rodriguez confirmed it: "The tumor isn' t waiting for Ben' s miracle drug. It' s eating away at you piece by piece." Yet, I refused to terminate my pregnancy; this child was my future. He wanted to take me to a monastery, to pray for our baby, a gesture I knew was hollow. I saw the texts: Chloe asking for her "reward," Ben telling her to "focus on the science," her purring, "I'm feeling a little… feverish." My stomach churned with disgust. The man who had promised forever, the man who once held me through countless nights of pain, was now sneaking off to be with his mistress. How could he be both my devoted husband and a pathetic, weak man? How could so much love and so much deceit coexist in one heart? Then, the cold, hard resolve crystallized. He was terrified of losing me. Fine. I would let him have his wish. But when I survived, the Sarah he knew, the one who loved him, would be completely and utterly gone./0/61878/coverorgin.jpg?v=855a447a12427d03f3536ab268d02d6e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seeking Revenge on My Evil Aunt
Aunt Paige couldn't stand that our family was doing better than hers. She schemed to take everything from us. I was accepted into a prestigious university, while her son Grayson didn't even meet the requirements for a community college. On the day of my graduation party, a child in the village fell into the water. Aunt Paige pushed me into the water. "Jun Jun, you're a student at a prestigious university; you can't embarrass the school, go save that child!" I struggled to lift the child, but I drowned instead. After my death, my grandfather and mother also passed away one after the other. Grayson, hailed as a hero, was accepted into a university. Aunt Paige took the relocation compensation for our family's 200-acre orchard. From being destitute, she became incredibly wealthy, the richest person in the village. After being reborn, when I saw that child fall into the water again, before Aunt Paige could say anything, I kicked her into the water./0/79556/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d6ed24131dffa45377c47c9e77cef30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Perfect Love, The Perfect Deception
My life with Liam Goldstein was a fairytale, a perfect love story plastered across every magazine and TV screen in Manhattan. He'd even unveiled the "Maya's Horizon" necklace, a multi-million-dollar cascade of sapphires, celebrating our perfect devotion. But fairytales are just that – tales. Then came the burner phone, the hushed calls, the screenshots, and hotel receipts that screamed 'affair'. I watched him live-stream gifts to his young mistress, Ava Sinclair, calling her his "queen," only to later find her visibly pregnant in a hospital, flaunting our engagement necklace and talking about a "situation" with me. His friends, the same ones who toasted our "perfect love," smirked as he publicly kissed Ava and joked about his "side action," assuring her I'd "never find out." Every grand gesture he'd made, from donating a kidney to cultivating a white rose garden, flashed before my eyes, revealing themselves as calculated performances. How could the man who saved my life, the one I vowed to, betray me with such grotesque audacity, in front of the world and his complicit inner circle? It felt like a sick cosmic joke, a public humiliation disguised as love. But I had given him a warning on our wedding day: "If you ever lie to me, truly lie, I will vanish from your life as if I never existed." Now, it was time to activate the Phoenix Initiative, erase Maya Goldstein, and leave Liam with nothing but ghost of a promise he had shattered./0/84406/coverorgin.jpg?v=050138b371b94efe87be53756b6f7fe5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Echo of a Life Lost
On our seventh wedding anniversary, the Austin air thick with humidity, I stood before a newsstand. There, on the glossy cover of Austin Monthly, was Caleb Jones, a kid three years my junior, a junior aide from my wife' s campaign. "Caleb Jones: The Future is Now. A Star on the Rise." the headline screamed, words I knew Jennifer herself had written. Then, the gut punch: Caleb's Instagram post, "Making our private victories public. Thanks, Jen! This means the world!" I didn' t feel anger, not the hot, explosive kind. Instead, a deep, bone-chilling coldness settled in. The woman who was once my rock, who pulled me through crippling anxiety for years, the Jennifer I married, was gone. She was replaced by a stranger celebrating another man' s future on our anniversary, a stranger whose clothes carried the faint, hoppy scent of his beer. How could she so casually erase twelve years, seven years of marriage, with such calculated public celebration of another man, a boy she had known since he was an intern? Was this all a carefully orchestrated betrayal, a long-game strategy I was too blind to see? I looked at the generic cufflinks she'd given me, a last-minute thought, and remembered the dead cigarette flickering in my hand. The decision was made. I was done./0/86909/coverorgin.jpg?v=8233a440ada3f0cdd7e98c4431447939&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy
Five years I poured into Legacy AI, a tribute to my late father, David Miller, and his last research notes. The final pitch, my moment of truth with lead investor Mr. Hayes, was here in the boardroom. Then, a press release from Johnson Dynamics, my ex-fiancé Mark Johnson's company, slammed me: an intellectual property lawsuit, claiming his newly secured patents covered my life' s work. His company had conveniently acquired my father's old firm, where we all began. Mark, once my father's star mentee and my own mentor, then fiancé, painted my father as erratic and my work obsolete. He fed the media a narrative of my instability, isolating me before I could even speak. "It' s unfortunate that Ms. Miller, a talented engineer I once mentored, chose this path. We believe she was misled by her late father' s incomplete and often erratic research." He had reduced our shared dreams, our bond, to nothing more than a calculated business move, a strategic step in his relentless climb to power. He saw my father's legacy, our legacy, not as something to build upon, but as a distraction, a tool for his ambition. The betrayal was public, humiliating. Mr. Hayes' warmth vanished, investors whispered, and the opportunity vanished. Mark had destroyed everything. But the cold dread morphed into a steel resolution. He thought he' d won, that I' d crumble. He had underestimated me, and, more importantly, he had underestimated my father. The fight wasn't over; it had just begun, and the answer lay hidden in my father's last, unsorted box of research./0/85814/coverorgin.jpg?v=8eefdf3e0efbea202aa3aef35e95a1ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By My Savior Husband
The champagne shimmered, my fiancé Daniel was by my side, and my parents, pillars of the tech world, beamed with pride. It was my engagement day, perfect as a movie scene. Then, the screens behind us, meant for happy memories, flared to life with my face, but not my body-a horrifying deepfake, accompanied by a torrent of our company' s most intimate client data, all pinned on my mother. The ballroom erupted. Whispers turned to shouts, Daniel recoiled as if burned, and my mother, the renowned ethicist, was swarmed by reporters, branded a fraud and criminal. My father, director of Miller Security, clutched his chest, watching his wife' s ruin and his daughter' s humiliation before collapsing-dead, on the polished floor. The Vance family patriarch declared our engagement off, leaving me standing alone, my world shattered into a million pieces. In ten minutes, I lost everything: my reputation, my family, my future, and my father's life. Three years later, I was married to Ethan Vance, Daniel' s brother, a man I believed was my savior, gently rebuilding my life in a quiet, gilded cage. Until I overheard a chilling conversation between Ethan and his best friend, Mark. "Shouldn't you take down those awful deepfakes? Now that Tiffany is happily integrated into your family, why keep tormenting Chloe?" Mark' s voice was laced with anger I'd never heard. Ethan's reply, calm and cold, made my blood run cold: "The Miller family's influence was too strong. As long as they were respected, how could Tiffany feel secure?" My parents, his mentors, had been destroyed for Tiffany, Daniel's new wife. Every tender word, every protective gesture from Ethan had been a carefully orchestrated lie. My husband, my rescuer, was the monster who had meticulously planned my family' s ruin and profited from my humiliation. I had been sleeping beside my father' s murderer for three years. The realization hit me like a physical blow, stripping away every illusion. I had to make him pay for everything he had done./0/99737/coverorgin.jpg?v=34d712511a967af7b9c79b167f45c6f4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
