Heather's ex-boyfriend, Jeremy, who had vanished two years earlier, was surprisingly revealed to be the uncle of her current partner. In public, Jeremy projected a cold and arrogant demeanor, yet he harbored an obsessive and near-maddening fixation on Heather. In her desperation to escape Jeremy's dominating influence, Heather turned to Nathan, whom she perceived as a kind-hearted businessman. However, she was unaware of Nathan's true nature. He, too, had sinister intentions and, like Jeremy, aimed to exploit her. Trapped in a dangerous love triangle, Heather found herself unable to escape.
Cedric Buckley had been dating Heather Taylor for two years when he suddenly felt ready to propose. Today, however, was the somber occasion of his grandfather's funeral. Cedric chose this day to introduce Heather to his family officially.
An hour before the ceremony, a woman arrived unexpectedly. Cedric's demeanor shifted noticeably at her appearance. He excused himself to Heather, saying he needed to handle something urgent and left with the woman.
"Heather, I'll have someone else take care of this. Please find Cedric. His uncle is arriving soon," Sharon Buckley instructed.
She was Cedric's mother and had never been fond of Heather, who she felt was below their social standing and too unrespectable to be greeting guests at the entrance.
Heather, compliant as ever, nodded and began her search. She wandered through the crowded hall and ascended the stairs to Cedric's childhood room. Pushing the door open, she found the room deserted and eerily silent. Just as she was about to search elsewhere, a faint, peculiar noise from the bathroom halted her.
Curious and cautious, she slipped off her high heels and approached the slightly ajar bathroom door. Peering through the gap, her heart sank. There was Cedric, in a compromising position with a woman, pressed against the washstand in a heated encounter. The sound of running water and muffled moans filled the air.
"I shouldn't have come back," the woman wept between labored breaths. "I meet your needs, yet I have to watch you marry someone else? Let me go!"
"No, you left me first without any explanation. I thought you'd never return, so I moved on with Heather," Cedric tried to soothe her, his voice strained. "She's just someone to pass the time with."
"Then you should break up with her," Alexia Harris urged, her voice trembling as she clung to Cedric, tears spilling over her cheeks. "I'm not the person I used to be. I'm now a part of the wealthy Harris family, and I'm worthy to be your wife."
Cedric hesitated, his mind racing. He had shared two years with Heather, feelings not easily dismissed. "It's not that simple, I-"
Before he could finish, the door swung open. Heather entered, her expression one of resigned sadness. "I agree to break up."
Her sudden appearance jolted Cedric. His body reacted, his face draining of color.
Heather's gaze fell on their entwined forms, a sight so alien yet painfully clear. Tears gathered in her eyes as she took a step back. "I had planned to give you my first time on our wedding day. To think that after two years, I was nothing more than someone's stand-in."
With those words, she turned to leave, then paused, mastering her emotions to add, "Put on your clothes. Your uncle has arrived."
Scrambling, Cedric pulled up his trousers as Alexia hurriedly adjusted her dress. He darted forward, reaching for Heather's wrist in a desperate gesture. He fumbled for words, then blurted out, "Alexia was my first love. We were so happy together before. When she returned, I just... I lost control."
Heather shook off his grasp and cast a fleeting glance at Alexia, who was leaving. As she did, tears she had been holding back began to fall. "You've helped me immensely, and I've been truly grateful for that. However, this situation has turned our time together into a joke, squandering two year of my life. Thankfully, your financial support over these years balances that out, so we're even."
"I never intended for us to break up," Cedric said, his voice laced with anxiety. He caught up to Heather, his expression fraught with regret. When Alexia seduced him, he wasn't thinking of ending things with Heather.
"Today of all days, your grandfather's funeral, I will continue to act the part well," Heather declared, her tone resolute yet tinged with sadness.
After speaking, she turned and left. As she walked away, her demeanor shifted dramatically. She dabbed at her tears and a faint smile crossed her lips.
Upon her return from studying abroad in her sophomore year, she had encountered severe financial difficulties. She had toiled day and night just to make ends meet. It was Cedric who had stepped in to assist her, covering her tuition and living expenses. He had invested heavily in her, introducing her to experiences around the world.
In gratitude, she had accepted his persistent advances and assumed the role of the accommodating and rational girlfriend he desired, aligning with his plans and wishes.
However, she had her boundaries. She couldn't engage in a physical relationship without love. By framing her decision to wait until marriage, they maintained a chaste relationship for two years. She had believed that Cedric's decision to bring her home and talk about marriage was driven by his longing for intimacy after such a prolonged period of abstinence.
Now, caught in the act of betrayal, the breakup unfolded just as she desired. Cedric was the one at fault, allowing her to leave him without any lingering guilt, liberating herself from a debt she felt burdened by.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."