Divorced And Pregnant: The Ex-Wife's Revenge
Clara's husband of three years walked into their penthouse with two lawyers.
He threw a divorce agreement on the table, demanding she sign away all her assets. If she refused, he would bankrupt her family and send her mother to federal prison.
He did it all for his new girlfriend, Corinne. After stripping Clara of everything, Kane stood by while Corinne publicly humiliated her, stepping on her fingers and mocking her misery. When Kane suspected Clara might be pregnant, he dragged her to a private clinic. He forced her onto an examination table and ordered a deeply invasive medical check-up, treating her like absolute garbage just to ensure she wasn't carrying his heir.
Lying on the cold medical bed in a thin paper gown, Clara's heart completely shattered. She didn't understand how the man who once promised her forever could turn into such a ruthless monster. She was indeed pregnant, but she knew if he found out, he would steal her baby and destroy her completely.
With the help of a tech-genius friend, Clara faked a negative test result and escaped his clutches. The next day, she walked into their company, threw a bold "I QUIT" note right in the mistress's face, and walked away. Touching her belly, Clara swore she would return to make them pay for every single thing they had done.
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Chapter 1
The low hum of the private elevator was the only sound in the sprawling penthouse. It was a noise Clara had come to associate with a tightening in her chest, a knot forming in the base of her stomach. She sat on the edge of a white leather sofa, her fingers twisting the hem of her simple navy dress until the fabric was a wrinkled mess.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.
Kane Spencer stepped out. He wasn't alone. Two men in identical dark suits followed him, their faces impassive, their briefcases held like shields. The air in the room, already thin, seemed to vanish completely.
He didn't look at her. His gaze swept over the living room as if she were just another piece of furniture he no longer found appealing. He walked straight to the wet bar, the sound of his Italian leather shoes echoing on the marble floor. The clink of a heavy crystal tumbler, the glug of amber liquid being poured. He was building a wall of routine actions between them.
One of the lawyers approached the low glass coffee table in front of her. He placed a thick stack of papers down with a soft, definitive thud.
Clara stared at the cover page. Her heart, which had been hammering against her ribs, seemed to stop. The words were printed in stark, black letters: Asset Transfer & Debt Settlement Agreement.
Her breath hitched. She finally found her voice, a thin, reedy sound. "Kane? What is this?"
He took a long swallow of his whiskey, his back still to her. The ice rattled in his glass. "It's exactly what it says it is."
She forced herself to pick up the document. Her hands trembled so violently the papers shook. She flipped past the cover page, her eyes scanning the dense legal text. Debt. Foreclosure. Marion Lawrence.
The document slipped from her grasp, scattering across the floor in a chaotic fan of white.
"Your mother's company is on the brink of bankruptcy," Kane said, finally turning to face her. His voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. A statement of fact. "And she is facing federal charges for the missing pension funds. I can make it all go away. The lawyers, the debts, the prison time. But only if you sign."
The words didn't compute. They were just sounds, sharp and meaningless, crashing against the inside of her skull. "Prison? You're threatening my mother?"
He walked toward her then, his shoes stepping directly onto the scattered pages. He stopped right in front of her, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at his cold, handsome face. "I'm offering you a choice, Clara. Sign the divorce papers and agree to the asset transfer, and I clear her debts and keep the prosecutors at bay. Refuse, and she loses everything by tomorrow morning."
A raw, guttural sound escaped her throat. "And what am I in all of this, Kane? What do you think I am?"
His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, held no flicker of warmth, no hint of the man she had married three years ago. "You're a means to an end," he said, the words precise and brutal. "A way to settle the score and clean up the mess your family made."
As if on cue, the second lawyer stepped forward and placed another, thinner document on the table. A divorce agreement.
"Sign the settlement," Kane commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Sign the divorce papers. And then you're free from the Spencer name, and your mother is free from ruin."
A laugh, sharp and broken, tore from Clara's lips. It sounded like shattering glass. Free. He was offering her freedom at the cost of her mother's lifeblood. She thought of their wedding day, under an arch of white roses, his voice thick with promises of forever. It felt like a scene from someone else's life.
Kane glanced at his watch, a platinum timepiece that gleamed under the recessed lighting. A subtle tap of his finger on the crystal face. He was getting impatient.
The taste of blood filled her mouth. She had bitten the inside of her lip, hard. The sharp, coppery tang was the only thing that felt real.
She bent down, her movements stiff and robotic, and picked up a pen from the floor. Her hand shook so badly she could barely grip it.
She didn't read another word. She just signed. A frantic, angry scrawl of her name on the settlement form. Another on the divorce agreement. She pushed the pen so hard the nib tore through the paper on the final stroke.
With the last ounce of her strength, she stood and hurled the pen at his face.
Kane moved his head an inch to the side. The pen sailed past his ear and clattered against the wall behind him.
He didn't even flinch. He simply nodded to his lawyer, who gathered the signed documents with quiet efficiency. Then, Kane turned and walked back toward the elevator, his part in the transaction complete.
"Kane," she croaked, her voice raw. She pushed herself up, using the arm of the sofa for support. Her legs felt like jelly. "You will regret this. I swear to God, you will regret this for the rest of your life."
His footsteps paused for a single, infinitesimal second. He didn't turn around. He didn't say a word. He just stepped into the elevator.
The heavy steel doors slid shut, the sound a final, deafening boom in the cavernous silence of the apartment.
The strength drained out of her all at once. Her knees buckled and she slid down to the cold marble floor. A violent wave of nausea churned in her stomach. She scrambled to her feet, one hand clamped over her mouth, and stumbled into the guest bathroom.
She retched over the toilet, but nothing came up. Just dry, heaving spasms that wracked her entire body.
When the convulsions finally subsided, she lifted her head and caught her reflection in the mirror. A pale, haunted face stared back, eyes wide with a despair so profound it felt like a physical death. The woman in the mirror was a stranger.
Her gaze turned from despair to a cold, dead emptiness.
Without another thought, she stumbled into the bedroom, pulled a duffel bag from the closet, and began stuffing it with whatever clothes her hands found first. She didn't take anything he had given her. Just the things that were hers before him.
She didn't look back as she left the penthouse, the cage he had built for her. She just walked out into the cold Manhattan night, with no destination in mind.
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9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
9.6
She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world.
Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance-as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness.
Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her-even if it kills him.
On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna.
Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing-and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire.
He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.
9.6
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.