Because I didn't want to have a second child, my husband divorced me. Being a free and independent career woman is so difficult.
Because I didn't want to have a second child, my husband divorced me. Being a free and independent career woman is so difficult.
On Valentine's Day, Callum Holt and I got divorced.
It was a uncontested divorce. The house, car, child, and savings all went to me; he only took his personal items.
This kind of divorce, where one left with nothing, typically happened when a man had committed an unforgivable offense in the marriage. But during our marriage, Callum hadn't really done anything wrong.
As I signed, I couldn't even remember why we ended up getting a divorce at the courthouse.
I cared deeply about my pride. Seeing him sign the papers without a moment's hesitation, as though he couldn't wait to be rid of me, it felt like his long-lost first love was standing outside the courthouse, eagerly waiting to welcome him back to freedom. I didn't hesitate any longer. I picked up the pen and signed quickly.
After leaving the courthouse, I went to get the car. As I opened the door, I instinctively turned to see if he had gotten in, but found that he was already waiting for a taxi by the roadside. Oh right, we had just divorced!
But we had once vowed to be together through thick and thin. How could he now act like he didn't even want to be in the same car?
After all we were through together and knowing it was hard to get a taxi around here, I stopped the car in front of him, saying, "Want a ride? We can share the road one last time."
But this guy didn't even look up, just coldly replied, "No need, I've called an Uber."
I was speechless. Well, there went my last ounce of sincerity, down the drain.
His coldness still stung me deeply. I drove to a deserted place, rolled up the windows, and cried uncontrollably.
What was I crying for? I didn't know! After all, apart from him, I hadn't lost anything.
Once I was done crying, I drove back home. He had already arrived downstairs with his suitcase.
Was he so quick? I even suspected that he had planned this all along, just waiting for me to sign so he could leave.
"What are your plans now?" After all these years of marriage, he had nothing left but a suitcase. I felt a bit guilty and, despite his cold expression, couldn't help but ask.
He still didn't look at me. He turned and walked away, as if I had just done something utterly unbearable.
He was so arrogant! Just because we had divorced, he thought he was all that now?
Fine, he went on and never came back!
I glanced at the divorce certificate in my hand and finally realized that once he left, he wouldn't come back. Even if he came back, it would only be to see our son, Johnny Holt, nothing to do with me.
I felt inexplicably heartbroken, once again feeling sorry for myself.
I went to pick up Johnny from school, and when he entered the door, he shouted loudly, "Dad, what are you busy with? Why did Mom pick me up today?"
It turned out that over the years, I hadn't really cared about the Johnny's daily life. When he was little, it was Callum's mother, Lucy Holt took care of him, handling everything from washing to changing diapers. After Johnny started kindergarten, Lucy continued to look after him, and Callum was the one who picked him up and dropped him off at school.
It dawned on me that all these years, I had been nothing more than a decoration in my son's life.
Now that I and Callum had divorced and he left. Lucy had left two months ago because she couldn't stand the constant arguing between me and her son, and she went off to work as a live-in nanny.
I stared at my son, so familiar yet so strange to me now, and I was stunned. How were we going to manage from now on, just the two of us?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
One year into marriage, Yvonne realized she was nothing more than a substitute for someone else's memory. When his true love reappeared, Julian tossed a divorce contract her way. "She's back. We're finished," he said flatly. The secret of her pregnancy stayed hidden. Yvonne fought the urge to cry, signed her freedom, and disappeared. Five years on, cameras flashed as Yvonne, radiant in red, strode across a film festival stage with her bright-eyed son. Julian's hands clenched as he watched. "Sir, the boy's four and a half," whispered his shaken assistant. Then, he rushed to the film set only to witness an A-list actor gently wrapping his arm around Yvonne's waist. "I've booked your favorite restaurant for tonight's celebration." The little boy blinked his innocent eyes at Julian, asking, "Who are you? One of my mom's crazy admirers?" He cornered her in the dressing room, his voice hoarse as he said, "Let's remarry." Her lips curled slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "The curtain's down; it's time to end this scene." But this time, he wasn't letting go.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child. Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby. To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner. They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his. The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused. But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear. One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens. Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated. When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once. A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family." Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly. This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her.
"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
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