My Wife, My Enemy

He Thought I Would Silently Endure

On our fifth anniversary, I found my husband's secret USB drive. The password wasn't our wedding date or my birthday. It was his first love's. Inside was a digital shrine to another woman, a meticulous archive of a life he'd lived before me. I searched for my name. Zero results. In five years of marriage, I was just a placeholder. Then he brought her back. He hired her at our firm and gave her my passion project, the one I'd poured my soul into for two years. At the company gala, he publicly announced her as the new lead. When she staged an accident and he instantly rushed to her side, snarling at me, I finally saw the truth. He didn't just neglect me; he expected me to silently endure his public devotion to another woman. He thought I would break. He was wrong. I picked up my untouched glass of champagne, walked right up to him in front of all his colleagues, and emptied it over his head.

The Don's Regret: Choosing The Wrong Queen

For three years, I was Dante’s shadow, the woman who took a bullet for the heir to New York’s most powerful crime family. I believed him when he said we would rule together. But while I was bleeding for his empire, he was secretly finalizing a merger to marry Sofia, a pristine Mafia Princess. I found the encrypted report on his desk. It didn't describe me as his partner. It called me a "useful shield" and a "necessary diversion" to protect his real bride. When I tried to walk away, he didn't let me go. He humiliated me. Worse, when Sofia staged a fake attack and blamed me to cover her own lies, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me out of my hospital bed, fresh from surgery, and hauled me to the estate fountain. He shoved my head underwater, drowning the woman who had once saved his life, while Sofia watched from the balcony with a smirk. "You touched what is mine!" he screamed, choosing a liar over the soldier who loved him. I left that night, bleeding and broken, vanishing into the storm without a trace. Two years later, I am a celebrated artist in Paris, and the man standing beside me looks at me like I am the sun, not a shield. Dante stands outside my gallery in the freezing rain, looking ruined, begging for a second chance. He tells me he knows the truth now. He tells me he loves me. I look at him, then at the engagement ring on my finger—one given by a man who never had to break me to love me. "I didn't erase our history, Dante," I say, rolling up the car window. "I survived it."

The Bottom Line: His Suffering

My husband Gabriel's affair with his young protégée, Kaia, had already cost me everything. Our marriage was a hollow shell, and his cruelty had even led to the miscarriage of our child, leaving me broken. But the day he defended Kaia by slapping my ten-year-old niece, Bea, so hard he ruptured her eardrum, something inside me finally snapped for good. He stood over her small, unconscious body and screamed, "She deserved it!" He had already financially ruined my brother and now had brutalized a child-all to protect his mistress. The man I had loved for sixteen years was a monster. All the pain and grief I'd carried for so long burned away, leaving only cold, hard resolve. He expected tears. He expected hysterics. Instead, when I found him at the hospital, I walked straight up to him and slapped him across the face. "My family is my bottom line, Gabriel," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "You crossed it. And now, I will make you suffer."

A Love Betrayed, A Future Reclaimed

The phone buzzed, pulling me from a complex guitar passage. It was Jake' s assistant, frantic: "There' s been an accident. Jake' s at St. Mary' s. He needs a transfusion. You' re the only match." My world tilted. I raced to the hospital, heart hammering, and gave my blood, my love, to save him. An hour later, Jake' s assistant reappeared, looking annoyed. "It was just a prank," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Jake' s fine. He' s at a party." My blood ran cold. I found my discarded blood, half-full, tossed like garbage, next to a service exit. Then I heard laughter. Jake, perfectly fine, emerged with Chloe, his childhood friend. "Did you see her face?" Chloe cackled. "So pathetic." Jake chuckled, a sound that now turned my stomach. "She' d do anything for me, Chloe. It' s been three years. I told you I' d make her pay for what she did. For stealing that scholarship." The scholarship. The red wine on my performance dress. The missed audition. All cruel jokes. He never loved me. I was a tool, a target in his meticulously planned revenge. The pain was a physical weight, but beneath it, a cold resolve hardened. I clutched my phone, a single tear tracing a path down my cheek. I called my brother. "Liam," I said, my voice dead. "That offer… to study with the Maestro in Europe. Is it still open?" "Of course, Liv. Why?" "I' m taking it. I' m leaving. Tonight." He thought he had destroyed me. He was wrong. I was just getting started.

Five Thousand Dollar Betrayal

My father, David Miller, a quiet indie game developer, lay dying in a county hospital, needing a $5,000 surgery. Meanwhile, my mother, Sarah Jenkins, a tech CEO with her face on magazine covers, poured millions into a startup for her high school sweetheart' s son, Kevin, and bought him a new gaming console. When I begged her for my father' s surgery money, her voice was crisp and distant, dismissing it as "non-essential," while Kevin, celebrating his perfect SAT score, mocked me and offered a measly twenty-dollar bill for my father' s funeral. How could she watch my father wither and die for five thousand dollars, while lavishing millions on a boy she barely knew, mocking his memory and shattering his legacy? With the taste of humiliation and grief still fresh, I took the twenty dollars, a down payment on a debt I swore to collect in full.

When Betrayal Kills Twice

The roaring motorcycles ripped through Montana's quiet air, a sound I knew too well from a life already lived. I stood on my porch, one hand on my pregnant belly, knowing this wasn't just a day; it was the past crashing into the present, threatening a tragedy I thought I' d escaped. In my first life, Caleb, my husband, had killed me after his "true love" Amber died. This time, when the mayor begged me to fetch him, I simply refused, protecting my unborn child. But Caleb, blinded by obsession, had already spun a wicked lie. He told Sheriff Brody I was having a jealous breakdown and had contacted the bikers myself. Brody, Caleb' s loyal friend, believed him. He handcuffed me, mistaking my pleas for insane ramblings. Then, in his misplaced fury, he shoved me down. I fell, a searing pain tearing through my abdomen. On the dusty ground, I watched a dark stain spread, my baby gone. Blamed for the town's massacre, for the deaths of innocents, accused of turning traitor by the very man who' d condemned me once before – how could my second chance be so much worse? But just as despair threatened to consume me, sirens pierced the chaos. State troopers arrived, armed with a confession: the true traitor wasn't me, but Caleb' s beloved Amber, the biker gang' s mole. With my innocence revealed, a new, brutal fight for justice had just begun.

Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!

The Cursed Heiress: Now I'm Their Billionaire Nightmare

Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"

A Favor To My Boss

Emma had agreed to pretend to be her boss's girlfriend at an event where his ex-wife planned to show up with the guy she had cheated with. "We'll see how this turns out."

The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows

Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...

Savage Obsession: The Remorseful Tycoon Wants A Second Chance

A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire Heiress

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.