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The Unwanted Wife's True Love

The Unwanted Wife's True Love

For ten years, Liam was my world, tucked away in the grand halls of New England life as my secret love. He was the rough kid my sister Eleanor brought home, now a success in our family' s foundation, and to me, he was everything. Then a single Instagram post detonated my carefully constructed reality. Liam, radiant, with Chloe-his high school sweetheart-and a caption that twisted my gut: "Some things are worth waiting for." The air left my lungs as a decade of shared whispers dissolved into a public declaration for another woman. He dismissed it as a "drunken dare," then a "work crisis." But Chloe' s Instagram screamed their reunion, turning his blatant lies into a sickening mockery. Then, at a charity gala, he pulled her into a deep, consuming kiss-right in front of me. He abandoned me moments later when she feigned injury. How could someone who vowed such deep, secret love so casually erase our ten years, choosing instead a brutal public charade of betrayal and humiliation? The man I thought I knew was a stranger, and the vast emptiness where my love used to be threatened to consume me. With nothing left but shattered pride, I walked away that night and made a drastic decision. I would marry Ethan Prescott, not for love, but to reclaim my life. But even as I stood at the altar, ready to rebuild, I knew Liam wouldn't let me go without one last, desperate attempt to reclaim what he'd already destroyed.
His Brother's Ghost, My Captor

His Brother's Ghost, My Captor

The positive pregnancy test signal was a secret in a three-year marriage built on a silent debt. My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for a divorce again this morning-his ninety-ninth time. I married him because I owed him, after he supposedly saved me from a capsized canoe years ago. Then the news broke: Ethan's older brother, Marcus, was dead from a boating accident. Ethan miraculously survived, feigning severe injuries and memory loss, now believing he was Marcus. But I overheard them. "The memory loss is perfect, Mother," Ethan whispered. "Olivia will finally be mine. Marcus is gone. And Sarah… Sarah will be easy to get rid of now." My blood ran cold. The man I married, the supposed hero, was a monster. My pregnancy? An "inconvenience." He was using his brother' s death, manipulating everyone. The debt wasn't paid; my life was being stolen. I made a horrifying decision. I terminated the pregnancy, desperate to break free. But my nightmare was just beginning. Framed for a hit-and-run, I found myself in county jail, then stabbed in a brawl, ending up in a hospital bed. Ethan, still playing Marcus, hovered, his concern a sickening lie. Soon, his mother, Eleanor, offered me juice. My nursing instincts screamed: she was drugging me. Later, "Marcus" slipped into my room, his eyes predatory, confessing their plan for me to bear the Cole heir. Adrenaline surged through the fog in my brain. As nurses rushed in during the chaos, I grabbed my phone, and with trembling fingers, dialed an international number. My last resort. "Ben," I sobbed, "Help me!"