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The Neglected Wife's Vicious Comeback Game
On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.Chapter 1
The cobblestone was cold, and my clothes had been torn to shreds by four men. I clung desperately to the remaining fabric, curling up to prevent them from ripping away my last shred of dignity.
A crowd had gathered around me, watching my humiliation with eager eyes and discussing it with relish.
"I heard she used to be the top performer at Moonview, insisting she would only perform, not sell her body."
"Look at that figure, much more alluring than any courtesan."
"This Laura is truly a beauty. If she hadn't offended Krista, with her prideful nature, we wouldn't have the pleasure of this spectacle today."
"Poor Laura. She worked as a performing artist to support Andrew's studies, but once he became the top scholar of the nation, he turned his back on her and climbed up to the princess..."
"Are you crazy? How dare you say that!" someone nearby whispered urgently.
"Her skin is so fair. If I could just touch it, it would be heavenly."
"And that slender waist, I heard dancers are very flexible, they can do any position."
The lewd comments pierced me like daggers. The crowd's heads bobbed in front of me, some laughing obscenely, others pointing at me, watching my torment as if it were a show.
Yes, death. I wished for death more than anything.
Death would be a release.
Death would turn me into a vengeful spirit, seeking retribution from Andrew and that woman.
I forced my head up, glaring at Krista and Andrew sitting on the high platform.
Krista's lips curled into a smile as she teasingly touched Andrew's face. Andrew, with his eyes closed, trembled uncontrollably.
"Andrew, if she becomes a woman everyone can mistreat, you won't think of her anymore, will you?"
"She's been seen by thousands now. Who would want her in the future?"
Andrew's hands were bloodied from clenching them so tightly. He crawled on his knees to Krista, pressing his forehead to her feet. "My heart belongs only to Princess Krista. I have never loved that woman, not even a little. Please believe me, Your Highness!"
His voice was loud, as if he wanted everyone to hear his declaration.
He said he never loved me, not even a little.
So it was all a lie.
I entered the brothel and became a performing artist to support his studies.
I refused to become a courtesan, remaining chaste for him.
I rehearsed tirelessly every day, never slacking off.
I believed his tender promises: if he became the top scholar, he would marry me.
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My Formidable Beggar Husband
Here’s the translation of your text into English: --- Andrew became the top scholar of the nation, and immediately turned his back on me, becoming Krista's subordinate. Krista, jealous of Andrew's lingering feelings for me, forced me to become a prostitute in front of everyone. The countless stare/0/83473/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a14b6186d008b59b919ce115327a71f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Lovesick Fool to Legend
The Texas sun beat down on the sprawling ranch, but nothing could dim the radiant joy of my wedding day. Hundreds of guests watched, fanning themselves, as I stood at the altar, eyes fixed on Savannah, my vision in white lace. This was it, the culmination of my dreams, the moment our lives would b/0/32307/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c3fe8b192b6c44be058dee6c5938abc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night Stand With That Beggar
"Let go of me!" "You're asking me to let go of you? Weren't you the one who took the initiative that night?" Amos Granger's words struck her like a bolt of lightning. "What? I don't know what you're talking about." "Woman..." Amos gently pinched Eudora's chin. "There isn't a woman in this world who/1/100405/coverorgin.jpg?v=acda0fc1e5d160a52e5156a78186f49d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Given to a Beggar: A Marriage's Darkest Secret
After eight years of marriage, Claudia sacrificed her own treatment and gave up her dance career to save Dylan, leaving her with a permanent leg injury-and ultimately becoming a gilded bird confined beneath his wings. She felt trapped like a cherished, yet confined trophy, enduring the cold intim/1/105650/coverorgin.jpg?v=f335127dc3ef40a00a6b5af645cef54a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Beggar To Billionaire, From Princess To Prisoner
At their first meeting, Vanessa dazzled as the heiress of an elite family, while Shawn survived as a broke, hardworking student. He fell for her-then she shattered his illusion with a sneer. "Do you think you're even in my league?" Years later, Shawn returned as a rising attorney and heir to a/1/119121/coverorgin.jpg?v=41d2cce1730aaa1d48700b60a3be6a56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
