Vivian Cross

He brought his first love home. My son said, "I want her to be my mommy."
That was the moment I realized—I had been nothing but a fool for five years.
I gave up my dream of becoming an architect. I became a full-time wife and mother. I loved him with everything I had. But he never looked at me. Not once.
When his first love returned, he brought her into our home. My son adored her. My husband defended her. And I became the outsider in my own family.
So I signed the divorce papers. I took back my dreams. I said yes to a new job offer.
Now he's chasing after me, begging me to stay. But it's too late.
I'm done being invisible. This time, I'm choosing me.

Six years ago, my half-sister drugged me and locked me in a room with a stranger. I fled New York overnight—only to discover I was pregnant with triplets.
Six years later, I return as "Jane," an internationally acclaimed designer. My mission: reclaim my late mother's brand. But Ethan Blackwood—that cold, powerful CEO—keeps getting in my way.
He doesn't know that the three genius children who call someone else "Mom" are actually his. He doesn't know that his trusted "girlfriend" was the one who set me up.
He thinks I'm the villain. He has no idea who he's messing with.
This time? I'm not running anywhere.

The letter arrived while I was fighting a burnt piece of toast.
There was no name on the envelope, but I knew where it came from—Star Ring Academy. A place I thought only existed in my mother's diary. A place that could teach me to control my magic. A place where I wouldn't have to keep pretending to be "normal."
What I didn't expect was that this place had its own marked person too.
Kain Ashworth. Every student and teacher avoided him. They said he was a curse. Dangerous. That everyone who got close would disappear.
So when he sat alone in the last row, I walked over and sat down next to him.
Everyone thought I'd lost my mind. But they didn't know that I understood loneliness—the kind where the whole world turns its back on you—better than anyone.
Then, out of nowhere, he recognized my last name. And he said to me: "You and I are the same kind of people."
I didn't quite understand. Was he saying he knew my secret?

He married me because I look like her.
For three years, I played the role. I cooked his meals. I warmed his bed. I smiled when he forgot my birthday. I stayed quiet when he left in the middle of the night to hold her hand.
I told myself it was enough. I told myself I didn't need his love.
Then I got pregnant.
He said he hated children. So I didn't tell him. I was going to keep it. Our baby. The only thing that was truly mine.
But my body had other plans.
When I called him from the hospital floor, bleeding out, begging for help—he didn't come. He said I was lying. He was too busy with her.
That night, I lost everything.
The baby. The hope. The lie I'd been living.
Now he's calling me. Again and again.
But the substitute wife? She's not picking up.

I loved him for seven years. I gave up my career as a genius designer, supported his rise, and gave him everything. But he betrayed me in the worst way possible.
He gave my only family—my beloved dog—to his so-called white moonlight and watched her torture it to death. He let her wear my wedding dress, take my ring, and destroy everything I cherished.
When I was hurt and broken, he never defended me. He chose her lies over my pain.
In that moment, I woke up. I ended our engagement, walked away, and returned to reclaim my throne as a top designer. I will make them regret every cruel thing they’ve done.
You lost me when you betrayed me. And you will never get me back.

My husband swore I was the only woman he would ever love.
Then my half-sister handed me her ultrasound. His baby. Growing inside her.
Three years of marriage. Three years of building everything together. Gone in one moment.
I should have thrown the proof in his face.
But my doctor gave me news that made his betrayal feel like nothing.
So I did something he will never expect.
I disappeared.
Let him search. Let him lose his mind.
He will never find me.