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Never Fell In Love With My Ex-husband

Never Fell In Love With My Ex-husband

Jasper leaves his meek husband Allen for his first love, so many rich men start chasing and courting his ex-husband after their divorce, his rivals range from his business rival , his youth back then, and since then even Jasper himself has had inexplicable feelings for his ex-husband Allen. Allen stared at the divorce papers on the table and saw that his wife had already signed them. Then, he looked out the window. Jasper White's upright form was reflected in his watery eyes. She looks attractive but also cold because of his treatment of her. "I signed that without a doubt, so you should also hurry and sign it. I want all the legal procedures to be completed before Lia returns." Jasper's hands were on his back and he didn't look at him. "We have already agreed on the assets before the marriage, so there are no issues there. However, I will pay you another 20 million and a villa outside. After all, you will leave without anything. Else I will have a hard time explaining that's for grandpa later" Allen was stunned and annoyed. "Does Grandpa know you're divorcing me?" "So what if he knows? Do you think it'll affect my decision?" After hearing that, Allen felt weak and gripped the table tightly. Then, he asked softly while on the verge of tears, "Jasper, can we ... not get a divorce?" Finally, Jasper turned and looked at her with a strange look. His annoyance can be seen because of his jawline, deep eyes, and fierce features. Allen still felt his heart ache when his wife looked at him like this. "Why?" "because I love you." Allen's eyes were red and filled with tears. "I love you, Jasper. I still want to be your husband. Even if you don't have feelings for me." "Allen Cruz! I've had enough! Every second is torture to me in this loveless marriage." Jasper waved his hand. He had no patience to listen to her. "It was a mistake that I married you. You know I fought with Grandfather. Because I didn't like you from the beginning but he forced me to marry you for what reason? You also know that I love someone else, right, so we can't be together. Now that it's over it's been three years and Lia is coming back, it's time for you to leave the position that should belong to Lia!" Allen bowed and his tears fell on the table. He quickly wiped them away. However, Jasper saw it, and his gaze deepened. At this time, his phone rang. When he saw the caller, he immediately answered it. " "Babe, have you been on a plane yet?" His tone was very soft. He was nothing like the indifferent, cold-hearted person Allen was known for. "Jasper, I'm at the airport." Lia's voice rang on the phone. "What? But didn't you say your flight is tonight?" "I want to surprise you!" "Babe, wait for me. I'll pick you up right now." he quickly passed Allen. After closing the door of the study room, the sad atmosphere remained. Allen had a crush on Jasper for ten years, and they were married for three years. he gave everything for this family and stayed true to him. However, in the end, he just felt like torture.
His Uncle's Wife: A Prescott's Reckoning

His Uncle's Wife: A Prescott's Reckoning

I was set to marry Ethan Prescott, poised to join one of Connecticut's most prominent families. A life of privilege, love, and security stretched before me. Then, the woman he introduced as his 'childhood companion,' Sophia Hayes, slithered into our lives. Overnight, I became an 'inconvenience.' They framed me for a diamond theft I never committed, and Ethan, without a moment's hesitation, cast me out of his life, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back. He froze every one of my accounts, shattered my late mother's cherished music box—my last tangible memory of her—and exiled me to a forgotten town in Maine. He waited for me to break. My world collapsed into utter despair. I watched my beloved rescue dog, Buster, succumb to illness because I couldn't afford a vet, all thanks to Ethan's ruthless abandonment. His calculated cruelty was beyond comprehension. How could the man who promised me forever inflict such devastating, soul-crushing wounds, expecting me to vanish quietly? My spirit was fractured, but not broken. Against all odds, I rebuilt my life, brick by painful brick. I found love, success, and a quiet strength. Now, the man who gleefully watched my world burn is about to get the shock of his life. Because the wife he discarded has not only thrived beyond his wildest imagination, but her new husband is the one person he always considered 'family.' And tonight, at the Prescott family's biggest event, they're about to meet their worst nightmare.
Aethelgard's Divorce

Aethelgard's Divorce

The divorce papers felt heavy in my hands, a final weight after three years. I had sacrificed everything to be the perfect wife to Liam Hayes, a genius in game design but a recluse crippled by anxiety. I was his shield, his planner, his entire support system, ensuring every detail of his life was seamless so he could create. But at the launch party for his groundbreaking new game, "Aethelgard's Echo," he took the stage and thanked his "muse," Olivia, the graphic designer. He beamed at her, she blew him a kiss, and I, his wife, stood frozen in the wings, my name never mentioned. Three years of sleepless nights, managing his panic attacks, and organizing his entire life were erased in that single spotlight. He didn't just forget me; he publicly replaced me, reducing me to nothing more than hired help. My face burned with a fresh wave of humiliation as whispers and pitying glances followed me. I walked out, and no one, especially not Liam, even noticed I was gone. I had become Eleanor Hayes, the wife of a genius, but I had lost Eleanor Vance, the architect, the person I was supposed to be. My decision was made: I needed to be free. Yet, when I presented Liam with the divorce papers, expecting relief, he refused to sign. He looked at me with raw, pure panic, not love or affection, but the desperate fear of losing his unpaid, live-in assistant, his "system." My anger snapped, but even as he violently punched a wall, breaking his hand, my conditioned reflex was to care for him. The final, brutal blow came later when I saw him treat Olivia's tiny paper cut with more care and tenderness than he had ever shown my own shattered heart. That was it. The last chord of hope, the final flicker of duty, snapped. No longer would I be his punching bag; no longer would I be invisible. I packed the single, worn suitcase I had arrived with three years ago. I was leaving, and this time, I wasn't coming back.
From Servant to Savior

From Servant to Savior

The alarm shrieked through the silent mansion, a sound I knew better than my own heartbeat. For fifteen years, I had been Dorian Steele' s living, breathing medicine, my blood the only cure for his fatal seizures. But then, his fiancée, Ainsley, arrived. She was flawless, a vision of cold, stunning beauty, and she looked like she belonged here. He shoved me away from him, pulling the silk sheets up to cover my worn pajamas as if I were something dirty. "Kira, clean this mess up. And get out." He dismissed me like a servant, after clinging to me for life just moments before. The next morning, she sat in my chair, wearing his shirt, a love bite visible on her neck. She taunted me, and when I spilled coffee, he didn't even notice, too busy laughing with her. Later, Ainsley accused me of breaking Eleanor' s prized porcelain vase. Dorian, without question, believed her. He forced me to my knees on the broken shards, the pain searing my flesh. "Apologize," he growled, pressing down on my shoulder. I whispered my apology, each word a surrender. Then, they drained my blood for her, for a fabricated illness. "Ainsley needs this," he said, his voice flat. "She's more important." More important than the girl who had given him her life. I was a resource to be exploited, a well that would never run dry. He had promised he would always protect me, but now he was the one holding the sword. I was nothing more than a pet, a creature he kept for his own survival. But I was done. I accepted an offer from the Estes family, a desperate, archaic idea of a "propitious marriage" to their comatose son, Emmett. It was my only escape.
THE HEART'S DILEMMA

THE HEART'S DILEMMA

"Experience the ageless force of genuine affection in this amazing story of dedication and motivation. From the star-crossed lovers Emily and Alex to the ages that follow, this story winds around a spellbinding story of affection, misfortune, and heritage. As two or three tracks down their own way to everlastingly, they are directed by the getting through soul of Emily and Alex's adoration, which proceeds to rouse and change lives. Join the excursion and find the extraordinary force of genuine romance that rises above time and situation."- "A broad sentiment that traverses ages, this story of genuine romance and dedication will catch your heart and rouse your spirit."- "From the second Emily and Alex met, their affection was bound to be incredible. Follow their excursion and find the force of genuine romance that rises above time and situation."- "An adoration that endures until the end of time? It's not only a fantasy. Emily and Alex's story is a demonstration of the groundbreaking force of genuine romance, rousing ages to come."- "Move cleared away by this legendary story of affection, misfortune, and inheritance. Emily and Alex's story will cause you to trust in the force of genuine romance once more."- "In this endearing and heartfelt story, love overcomes all - even great beyond. Join the excursion and find the getting through soul of Emily and Alex's adoration."- "A wonderful and piercing investigation of the human heart, this story will make you chuckle, cry, and trust in the force of genuine romance."- "Emily and Alex's affection is something beyond a story - an inheritance will motivate and change your life. Peruse their story and find the force of genuine romance for yourself."
Contract With A Monster: The Heiress's Revenge

Contract With A Monster: The Heiress's Revenge

It was my birthday, but instead of celebrating, I was bleeding on the floor of my own bedroom. My sister Serena had just smashed a champagne bottle over my legs, her eyes filled with a dark madness because our father allowed me to wear the family diamonds. To escape her, I bolted into a pitch-black guest suite, only to be grabbed by a man who felt like a wall of solid muscle. He was drugged, unstable, and pinned me against the wall, his teeth sinking into my neck in a primal claim that left a permanent mark. I managed to flee, but the nightmare was just beginning. My father didn't care about my injuries; he only cared that I had "insulted" the man in that room—Delos French, the most powerful CEO in New York. He threatened to stop paying for my mother’s critical care facility unless I went to Delos and begged for his forgiveness. My brother Julian was even worse, intentionally pouring scalding coffee over my bandaged wounds just to see me flinch. They forced me into a revealing gold dress, treating me like a high-priced commodity to be sold to the highest bidder to save their failing company. I didn't understand how the people who were supposed to love me could be more predatory than the monster in the dark. I had spent my life fixing their scandals, yet they were ready to throw me to the wolves the moment I became useful as a pawn. But when I stood before Delos French at his gala, he didn't see a trophy. He recognized my scent, my touch, and the fire in my eyes. He trapped me in his private lounge, kneeling to clean the blood from my injured feet. "Marry me," he whispered, his voice a low, terrifying growl. "And I will give you the power to burn your family to the ground." I looked into the eyes of the man who had hunted me and realized he was the only one offering me a weapon to destroy the people who had broken me. "Okay," I whispered.