Divorce

My boyfriend came from a family with more money than they could ever spend. In seven years together, he'd never given me a gift. After proposing, he'd asked for the diamond ring back so he could return it. When we were supposed to get married at the courthouse, he decided even the license fee was a waste of money.

Then he married the girl he'd grown up with and booked the city's most expensive h...

My six-year-old daughter Emily blurted, "I'm getting a new mommy!" while my son Jacob smirked.

"Oh my God, Nate—your sister? Pregnant with your kid? You sick bastard!" I screamed across the restaurant, my voice cracking like thunder as heads snapped around.

For eight years, I'd slaved like a nanny in our home—cooking, cleaning, raising Jacob and Emily—while he dismissed me as worthless. My own k...

For three years, I lived across the country to raise our grandson while my husband stayed alone in Chicago—or so I believed.
Two days before Christmas, I came home early to surprise him. My key no longer fit the lock.
When Harold opened the door, he was wearing a silk robe I had never seen. Behind him stood another woman in house slippers. Her toothbrush was beside his. Her clothes were in my clos...

Dante planned to trade Elena’s mute sister into a marriage pact to protect his mistress from her own lie. For six years, Elena had built his empire with her father’s routes, her money, and her loyalty. On the wedding day, she arrived with all seven route tokens, exposed the forged deal, and handed him the divorce papers he had signed without reading.

For eight years, I’ve been invisible in my own home.
No cake. No presents. Nobody remembers I’m allergic to the shrimp I cook every week. My husband, Derek, a respected cardiologist, hides behind his silence. My six-year-old son has learned to look right through me. And my mother-in-law, Barbara, has a "weak heart" that flares up every time I open my mouth.
So on my thirty-third birthday, when my ...

One drunken night. One baby. One Don who married me out of duty.

I was the family doctor, a nobody, when I got pregnant with Don Rafael Salvatore’s child. I thought if I stayed quiet, stayed good, and made myself useful, he would eventually love me and our daughter.

Seven years later, I’m still waiting.

Rafael never let Nina call him “Daddy.” When she was two, she said it by accident in public,...

When I took my late brother's four kids to dinner at the restaurant my grandmother left me, and seven-year-old Leo asked for a refill of the bottomless garlic knots, I didn't expect the new manager to tell him to go eat out of a dumpster.
"I'm the owner's wife," she sneered, and called her husband to come deal with us.
The contact photo on her screen was Adrian. I knew, because I took it on our ho...

I thought I had a husband, an unborn child, and a best friend I could trust.

But my husband, Adrian, and my best friend, Celeste, had secretly built a family of their own. Her six-year-old son—the boy I had helped raise—was actually Adrian’s.

When I filed for divorce at seven months pregnant, Celeste revealed an even crueler truth: the baby I was carrying wasn’t Adrian’s.

My marriage, my pregn...

My daughter is fighting for her life in the ICU. The mother of the boy who put her there just offered me two million dollars and an NDA.
To prove she’s untouchable, she flaunted an ultra-exclusive black card.
But she made one fatal mistake.
I recognize that card. I designed it. Because she is my husband’s mistress—and she’s using my money to cover up my daughter’s tragedy.
She wanted to buy my s...

The man on the other side of the frosted glass paid a hundred million dollars for my amnesia serum. I warned him there was no antidote. He laughed.
“If I can buy the poison,” he said, “I can buy the cure.”
He didn’t recognize my voice. Why would he? In five years of marriage, Rhett Calloway never once asked what I did before I became his wife.
Days later, he divorced me and pressed that same vial ...

Three years ago, Grant divorced me while I was pregnant.
That same day, I was in a car accident, and our baby didn’t survive. Grant never found out because he was celebrating another woman’s birthday.
Three years later, he decided that the son I had raised was his. He took the boy away without permission and exposed him to a cat, triggering a severe allergic reaction that nearly killed him.
When G...

In the birthing chamber, the floor was soaked with a mixture of amniotic fluid and blood as I clenched the walls,with my wolf claws cracking and leaving bloody marks. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the surface, the pain of labor threatening to overwhelm me.

My Alpha mate, cradling his mega lover, sneered at her with the words, "the stench of a lactating bitch." The bastard even threatened to a...

Oscar winner Adrian Pierce announced his divorce at midnight.

Hours later, his ex-wife ended a ten-thousand-word farewell with one line for me:

Claire Sutton, you won.

Adrian is yours.

By breakfast, half the internet wanted to know why I'd destroyed their marriage.

I wanted to know, too.

After all, I'd been secretly married for eight years.

Why would I want her ex-husband?