

For five years, I let my husband's fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn't. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the woman Adrian chose. So I filed for the dissolution of our bond. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His fated mate thought she had won. My son didn't even look back. Then, three days later, a call came from Moonfall Island: Adrian Blackwood's Luna was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

On the third day of Grant’s silent treatment, my husband—and the CEO of our company—approved a real estate deal proposed by his assistant, Vanessa. It was guaranteed to lose money. He expected me to storm into his office and force him to withdraw his approval. I didn’t. A week later, he came back from a business trip. When he saw that I hadn’t argued or caused a scene, he looked at me with approval for the first time in months. Then he gave my position to Vanessa. He expected that to finally make me snap. It didn’t. I organized every project file and placed them neatly on Vanessa’s new desk. Then Grant erased my name from a proposal I had written and replaced it with hers, just so she could collect the bonus. I didn’t fight that either. Vanessa smiled smugly and told him, “See? I told you not to fight Evelyn head-on. Freeze her out long enough, and she’ll fold. She’s terrified of losing you. That’s why she’s finally behaving.” Grant believed every word. He even praised her for being clever. That night, he called me into his office and promised me a raise, my old position back, and the European honeymoon he had delayed for three years. It was the first kind thing he had offered me in a long time. He expected me to cry with happiness. I didn’t. Because seven days earlier, while rushing to approve Vanessa’s doomed real estate deal, Grant had signed the divorce agreement hidden in the stack without even reading it. He just didn’t know it yet.

Tech genius Jolie Shannon sacrificed her career for her husband Mark Gates, only to be betrayed by his affair — even forced to serve his pregnant mistress. She filed for divorce, reclaimed her pre-marital assets and core patents, causing Mark's company's IPO to fail and driving it to the brink of bankruptcy. Throughout the divorce, she calmly handled insults from his family and gathered evidence step by step. After divorcing, she swiftly married her longtime rival from her youth, Simon Fox. With his support, she returned to the tech industry and staged a dramatic comeback in both career and love, ultimately leaving her ex-husband isolated and disgraced.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

A week before Easter, Adrian gave me seven days off and had a ticket to Stockholm slipped into my bag. I thought he was finally learning how to care. Then I heard him talking to our son on the staircase. “Dad, are you really going to marry Aunt Bianca? What about Mom?” Noah was holding his model car, trying to sound brave. Adrian was quiet for a moment. “It’s only a legal marriage. Matteo is gone. Bianca and Sophia are exposed, and I can’t leave them that way. They need the DeLuca name for protection.” “Does Mom know?” “She can’t know.” His voice softened. “Keep this from her, Noah. On your birthday, I’ll buy you that Aston Martin model you want.” So the ticket was never a gift. It was a way to move me out of the picture. If he could put his family name on another woman, even for show, then I could take back the pride and ambition I had buried in this marriage. This time, when I left for the north, I would not come back.

Selena Walker once deeply loved her husband, Adrian Grant. But after their marriage, Adrian cheated on her repeatedly, always believing that no matter how far he went, Selena would never truly leave him. Three years ago, Selena’s father passed away. To fulfill his final wish and wait for the Walker Group family trust and several major projects to complete a three-year stabilization period, she temporarily remained in the marriage. During that time, she discovered she was pregnant. On the day she gave birth, Selena nearly died from complications, while Adrian was attending a weekend market with his mistress, Lillian Moore. From that moment on, Selena gave up on him completely. She raised their son, Eli, on her own, while Adrian remained unaware that he had already become a father—even when Eli turned two. The moment the three-year period ended, Selena immediately began preparing for divorce. At the same time, Lillian became pregnant, and Adrian proudly announced at his mother’s birthday banquet that this would be his “first child.” Everyone expected Selena to lose control, but only she knew that Adrian’s real first child had already been born two years earlier. Selena kept the truth to herself and instead handed him divorce papers in public, first securing arrangements for property division and moving out, while planning to proceed with the formal divorce and legal declaration of their minor child once the necessary safety arrangements were in place. After the divorce agreement was signed, Lillian unexpectedly discovered Eli. Through a private kinship screening from a clearly documented source, though not legally binding, she learned that Eli was very likely Adrian’s biological son. Afraid that Eli would threaten her own child’s sole advantage in the Grant family trust, Lillian used legally permitted outdoor fireworks to stage a fire that looked like an accident, intending to kill Eli. At the scene of the fire, Selena revealed to Adrian for the first time that she ha

Due to her family's circumstances, Stella Austin is compelled to part ways with her first love, Luca Scott, and inadvertently saves Cody Neal, the CEO of Neal Corp. Stella assumes a new identity and marries into the Neal family. However, her time with the Neals proves tumultuous as she endures mistreatment and humiliation. Adding to her woes, Wendy Yoder, purportedly Cody's savior, continually troubles her, leading to a tragic miscarriage. Fueled by resentment towards Cody's lack of trust and unwavering support for Wendy, Stella ultimately divorces him and embarks on a journey of revenge. When the truth finally comes to light, will they find their way back to each other in the end?