Too Late For Regret: My Genius Wife

Seven Years His Hidden Heartbreak

For seven years, I was the secret wife and ghostwriter for the famous author Holden Gillespie. I built his literary empire with my words, all while our marriage and our son, Leo, were kept hidden to protect his "single genius" image. Then he began a public affair with his new publicist, Kassidy. When I finally quit, he tried to kick me and our son out of our home to make room for her. The breaking point came on Leo's birthday. Holden showed up with a cake to "make things right." It was mango chiffon. He had forgotten-or never cared to know-that our son has a life-threatening allergy to mangoes. He almost killed his own child out of sheer, selfish negligence. In that moment, I knew it was over. I took our son, disappeared, and filed for divorce, cutting off all contact. But now, months later, he' s standing outside my new home in Santa Fe, looking desperate. "I'm not agreeing to this divorce," he says, his voice raw. "I never will."

Mafia Princess's Fall, Cartel Queen's Rise

The man I was about to marry was going to kill my father. I just didn't know it yet. I thought my wedding to the ruthless Don, Dante De Luca, was a love match that would finally bring peace between our warring families. But at the altar, instead of a ring, he revealed our engagement was a lie. It was a long con to avenge his aunt—my own mother—whom my senator father had secretly murdered. Then he shot my father dead in front of me. I was wounded trying to stop him and woke up his prisoner. The man I loved told me our entire relationship was just "business." He abandoned me to his new partner, a woman named Isabella, who made it clear I was nothing more than a loose end. He cut off all contact, erasing me completely, leaving me alone as the tainted daughter of a dead drug lord they called 'The Scorpion.' My whole life was a lie. My mother had been a spy for the enemy family she married into. My father was a monster. And Dante, my fiancé—my own cousin—had meticulously used my love to destroy everything I had ever known. So I let Alessia Gallo die. I disappeared and became Alma, a ghost in the cartel underworld, determined to finish the mission my mother started. Years later, he walked into my cantina, a man on a mission. He didn't recognize the hardened woman I'd become, and this time, he was the one walking into my trap.

Love's Ashes, Empire's Dawn

For ten years, my step-brother Mark was my anchor, my confidant, my entire world. Tonight, at a candlelit dinner, I was finally going to tell him I was in love with him. But just as I started to confess, he raised a glass to a beautiful stranger at the door. "Everyone," he announced with a joy that stabbed me in the heart, "meet my fiancée." The next morning, my step-father stripped me of the Aura project-my life's work-and gave it to her as a strategic gift for their new alliance. Mark, my supposed protector, told me not to be sentimental. It was "just business." Then I found the email, dated three weeks ago. It detailed their entire plan to sideline me, calling my passion "a variable to be managed." They saw me as a heartbroken girl, a sentimental fool they could easily discard. But that night, after I fled the restaurant, I ran into him. Julian Thorne. A ruthless corporate shark and my family's greatest enemy. He offered me a card. "Crying over them won't fix anything," he said. "But if you want to destroy them, I have a proposition." I made the call. "I'm in. What do I have to do?"

The Placeholder Wife's Revenge

I sacrificed everything for my husband, Ryan. My ambitions, my career, even turning down a dream job in another city to support his perfect image. I managed our home, believed his promises of devotion, and trusted him completely. Then, his college girlfriend, Chloe, reappeared after her husband's tragic death. He flew to her side, claiming to offer comfort. But when he returned, he brought her straight to our home, introducing her as though she belonged. That night, I heard them. Chloe' s soft voice, "I can' t believe she' s not even here to greet you." And Ryan' s reply, a cold, dismissive murmur that shattered my world: "Don' t worry about Ava. She' s just a placeholder, a shield. I married her to keep you from doing something reckless after we broke up. She was never the one." A placeholder. A shield. My entire marriage, a meticulously crafted lie designed to protect him and hide his true love. My heart pounded, a cold knot of dread tightening in my stomach. In the days that followed, I endured their blatant affair in my own home. My bank account was emptied, my treasured family heirloom was stolen and broken, and I was thrown out of my own bedroom. When I finally confronted them, Ryan brutally struck me, then coldly told me he was divorcing me and I' d get nothing. Yet, despite the pain, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something far more sinister was at play. Why had he been so insistent on my "minor surgery" years ago? What dark secrets did he truly hide beyond his betrayal? Driven by a desperate need for answers, I sought a new doctor, uncovering a truth so chilling, it shattered every last piece of my broken life: Ryan had secretly sterilized me, without my consent, ensuring I could never bear children. Now, with nothing left to lose, I began to plot my escape and his ultimate downfall.

Ninety-Nine Denials: A Fateful Proposal

The table was set for our 99th engagement anniversary, a running joke Chloe and I shared about my failed proposals. I touched the velvet box in my pocket, ready to finally make it real, when her phone buzzed-a call from her half-brother, Leo. Her face fell, and the warmth in the room vanished; she was already a thousand miles away, ready to drop everything for him, again. When I tried to explain what I knew in my gut-that a superstorm was coming for her grandmother' s coastal village-Chloe dismissed it as jealousy and ripped my data to shreds. Then, she called my boss and accused me of instability, getting me fired and disgraced, leaving me with nothing but the terrifying data screaming the truth. But her grandmother, and an entire village, were walking into a death trap, and I couldn't let that happen, even if it cost me everything.

No Forgiveness:He's Not The One

My daughter, Lily, was finally starring in her kindergarten play, a tiny, radiant sun. My surgeon husband, David, promised he' d be there, but he was always "too busy saving lives." As Lily nervously scanned the audience for her hero, I spotted him. Not in the empty seat beside me, but across the auditorium, whispering and laughing with Victoria, his college sweetheart, and her daughter, Chloe. My heart shattered as Lily saw him too, her bright smile instantly extinguished, her little voice choking back tears. I covered the gaping hole his absence always left with another lie: "He' s a hero, an emergency surgery." But later that night, Lily' s fever spiked, and she began convulsing in her bed. Panic gripped me, my hands shaking as I dialed 911, then David' s number, over and over-only to be met with voicemails. In the ambulance on the way to the ER, I saw him through the window of a dessert shop: David, Victoria, and Chloe, sharing a comically large ice cream sundae, him beaming, playfully dabbing whipped cream on Chloe' s nose. He was building a perfect family with someone else while our daughter was fighting for her life. The following day, a fire alarm shrieked during a movie we watched, just Lily and I. Chaos erupted, and I lost Lily' s hand in the stampede. In the smoke and terror, I saw David, already at the exit, pulling Victoria and Chloe to safety. "David, it's Lily!" I screamed, our paths separated by feet, but a chasm of his making. He looked at his daughter, his own flesh and blood, terrified and alone, then turned his back and ran, leaving her behind. My daughter, my sunshine, was trampled to death. The doctor' s words echoed like a death knell: "She didn't make it." The man I married, the father of my child, chose another family over his own daughter, leaving her to die. He abandoned Lily, not just by turning away, but by living a double life that ultimately cost her everything. Now, he wants forgiveness, a second chance. But there is nothing left to save. My story isn't one of grieving in silence; it' s about reclaiming what' s left of my life, even if it means destroying his.

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

Treasured Beyond Measure: Three Brothers, One Queen

From childhood, Stephanie knew she was not her parents' real daughter, but out of gratitude, she turned their business into a powerhouse. Once the true daughter came back, Stephanie was cast out-only to be embraced by an even more powerful birth family, adored by three influential brothers. The second ruled the battlefield. "Stephanie's sweet and innocent; she would never commit such crimes. That name on the wanted list is just a coincidence." And the youngest controlled the markets. "Anyone who dares bully my sister will lose my investment." Her former family begged for forgiveness-even on TV. Stephanie stood firm. When the richest man proposed, she became the woman everyone envied. The eldest ran the boardroom. "Cancel the meeting. I need to set up the art exhibition for my sister!" The town was turned upside down.

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.