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After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash
Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.Everyone said Jerald Lucas, the cold-faced CEO, only loved his wife, Clara Rernald.
But on their seventh wedding anniversary, Jerald was drugged and ended up in bed with someone else.
When Clara arrived at the scene, she smelled the romantic air in the room and saw torn lingerie lay scattered across the floor.
Jerald knelt before her, stabbing his own chest seven times, swearing he would never betray her again.
From that day, Jerald went mad trying to make it up to her. Yet, deep down, Clara knew there was no going back for them. Until a photograph appeared in their mail box that prompted Clara to decide to leave him for good.
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In the photo, Jerald was cautiously supporting Cecilia Lewis, and it seemed they were at the obstetrics department of a hospital.
In the mailbox, there was an envelope with an address on it, which was a newly built posh-mansion community in Hallen, the city where they were living and also home to the most elite figures in the city. Jerald had bought Mansion No. 1 in the community for Clara.
And the address she was reading now was No. 2.
Clara had a strange premonition.
She grabbed the keys and drove to the address. She found the door of the mansion ajar when she arrived.
She saw Jerald was in the house. His face was still clouded. Beside him stood his good friend Nathan Riley.
Nathan surveyed the house then spoke with a hint of displeasure in his voice. "Is this your secret hideaway for a lover? A new home for you? Aren't you worry that Clara would find out?"
Jerald frowned at Nathan's barrage of questions
"She won't. Clara loves me. Even if she finds out, she'll forgive me."
Clara couldn't help but let out a cold laugh at his words.
"And Cecilia is pregnant. My father said if I don't have an heir soon, he'll take care of Clara.
So an heir is what I need. I can't abandon this child. When Cecilia gives birth, the child will be Clara's and mine. He'll be the future leader of our family."
Nathan puzzled, "Can't you and Clara just have one yourselves? Why have another woman involved in this?"
Jerald shook his head. "Clara is unable to conceive, so this child must stay. Or I wouldn't have orchestrated the drugging incident. Cecilia's background is clean, perfect to bear this child for Clara."
Besides, I've found Cecilia is a nice girl during this time. Maybe I could continue this relationship with her."
Listening to their conspiracy, Clara felt a chill run through her heart.
As she retreated, a fragrance wafted from behind. Cecilia, with her pregnant belly, bumped into her defiantly.
Everything was clear. Cecilia wanted Clara to witness it, betting she wouldn't forgive Jerald as easily as last time.
Clara turned and left.
She heard Jerald's caring voice behind her, "You're pregnant. Just tell the assistants to handle everything."
That evening, Jerald suddenly cook a big meal himself.
He looked like Clara's dog when he tried to please her.
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A New Chapter Of Life After Seven Years Of Marriage
Everyone said Jerald Lucas, the cold-faced CEO, only loved his wife, Clara Rernald. But on their seventh wedding anniversary, Jerald was drugged and ended up in bed with someone else. When Clara arrived at the scene, she smelled the romantic air in the room and saw torn lingerie lay scattered/0/83108/coverorgin.jpg?v=f02d01e917db6f396eb247f7d343d342&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years of Lies
Seven years ago, I, Elara Vance, keeper of an ancient family spirit known as The Watcher, saved Marcus Thorne's life. He made a binding promise: betrayal would come at a terrible cost. I believed it was love, a future built on a miraculous second chance. But love turned to ash. Marcus, now a ruthle/0/86844/coverorgin.jpg?v=69ece4663e8a695be0763a6936e81770&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years of Poison
Ava Green pressed her back against the cool wood of her bedroom door, listening to the quiet hum of her foster home. Ahead of her, her foster brother, Jake Stone, held her close, his hands on her waist. For seven years, he had been her secret, a dangerous poison she had been drinking, waiting for hi/0/86902/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc8b2c21124f2bd3dbb8914546a95490&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Cruel Lie
The rain lashed against my window as I found my mother unconscious on the living room floor. With no emergency services available, I desperately called my girlfriend, Chloe, our seven-year relationship my only hope. She promised to come, her distant voice and background music hinting at something I/1/101934/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef5629bbea4319519275b651408ca1f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Secret Family
I took a bullet for my husband, Colt, a decorated Delta Force operator. The injury left me barren, but he swore I was all he ever needed. Seven years later, I found him in a restaurant with another woman and a six-year-old boy who looked just like him. The boy called him "Dada." My world shattered/0/85798/coverorgin.jpg?v=297f300371d825e6b12be6300522a24e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years A Prisoner Wife
For seven years, my life was a cold, silent prison. My husband, David Chen, the tech world' s golden boy, saw me only as his sister Emily' s murderer. What happened to Emily that day at the lake was an accident, a tragedy. But to David and my adoptive mother, Olivia, it was my fault, a debt I had/0/86873/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eb49344a426c82ca811a7b3f204b360&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Shattered Promise
On the giant screen in Times Square, Chloe Davis, radiant in red, slammed the gavel, and "Davis Innovations" exploded in green numbers. I stood in the crowd, a ghost she couldn't see, having spent seven years in her shadow, building her dream, waiting for the promise she' d made: "It will be you and/0/86817/coverorgin.jpg?v=e98a54d040afc5d0022f856220acd768&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, Instant Regret
The picture arrived on my phone, a screenshot of a hotel booking for a presidential suite under my husband, Liam Thorne' s, name. My world didn' t shatter; it just went quiet. That night, Liam came home to a shattered house and a shattered wife. He didn' t ask what was wrong. Instead, when I desper/0/81317/coverorgin.jpg?v=930bd57671ed7281709187027ccfd544&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, Stolen Dreams
For seven years, sous-chef Mark diligently poured his life savings into a "joint fund" with his girlfriend, Sophia, meticulously saving for their future and, more crucially, for his younger brother Leo' s escalating cystic fibrosis treatments. He even recently proposed, believing in their shared l/0/94320/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfc91284f67a5284ddd33964cfd12758&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years A Lie, Now A Queen
I spent seven years as the ghost developer for my husband's billion-dollar empire. On our anniversary, I discovered our marriage was a lie-he was already married to the protégée I personally trained. When I confronted them, they tried to kill me and my unborn child, leaving me for dead with a crime/0/94200/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f52ce0c6e4853b6ed2acfe033e2b5ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years of Lies, My Vengeful Return
For seven years, I worked as a crime scene cleaner, scrubbing away death to save my son' s life. I finally earned the $250,000 for the experimental treatment that would cure his rare genetic disorder. But when I arrived at the hospital, I overheard my boyfriend, Brad, talking. It wasn't about a cur/0/49899/coverorgin.jpg?v=30d44d959d31e545dfad5e5439f703f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After Five Years Of Marriage
Jessica Albert, a 27-year-old woman paced about in the living room waiting for her husband, Dylan Robinson to return back from work. She was a beautiful, 27-year-old calm woman, and she did everything to support her husband and build his business but what did he use to reward her. After his first/0/86822/coverorgin.jpg?v=3703bd0dddd8bf3625b481dab4b2a6fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years Gone: A New Me
The first thing I felt was a dull throb, the smell of antiseptic, and the piercing brightness of a hospital room. A nurse informed me I was Olivia Vance, and my husband, Alexander Vance, wasn't there. Then she mentioned another "accident" and a woman named Sophia, saying, "You'd think a man like hi/0/98449/coverorgin.jpg?v=10b2f6744cb76cadd3a89daa61fb9a78&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, A Four-Year Lie
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern. I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for. The next morning, she/1/101380/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c319ee0bfb09a7d09cb57b5124b5e25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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. Wh/1/106447/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f3287a2d4b0f0bdd81f9c491b55fa4b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years A Fool, One Day A Queen
Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her. On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back. Seven years of loyalty later/1/103263/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d03f8d25074e9bf27861e0af8d9ba8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seven Years, One Heartbreak, New Love
For seven years, I was the perfect girlfriend to Hollywood star Ethan Cleveland. I put my life on hold, baked his favorite pastries, and silently endured the online hate from fans who wanted him with his co-star, Keira. Then came my 29th birthday. He said he had a late-night script meeting, but I d/0/25753/coverorgin.jpg?v=d030834c30043d21a94a9062987fb5c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hell Of A Marriage
The room is awfully quiet except for Keenan's laboured breath and my heavily pounding heart. His hands are planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if he's thinking about all the regretful things he's done in his life. Why does this it feel like the beginning of another disastrous/0/84787/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd3e69b29c8ab9a09a2d8ab95b676d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wreckage of a Marriage
The silence in our house became a tomb after Liam, my husband, returned a war hero. But the man who sat across from me was a ghost, his eyes vacant, haunted by a wall only he could see. Then Scarlett, his childhood friend turned trauma therapist, arrived, convinced only she could save him. She sy/0/72930/coverorgin.jpg?v=dcb7aa7311b70a6b21ebdf3613f03e9b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
