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 4
Just as Clara reached the door, Corinne suddenly pushed away from Kane.
"No, I can't do this!" she cried, her voice thick with manufactured hysteria. She ran past them, out onto the apartment's terrace. "I'm just making things harder for you, Kane! Everyone would be better off if I were gone!"
Before anyone could react, she had climbed onto the railing of the high-rise balcony.
"Corinne!" Kane's roar of terror was primal. He sprinted after her, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her back from the ledge.
Corinne struggled in his arms, but as she did, her eyes met Clara's over Kane's shoulder. The look in them was not one of despair. It was a cold, calculated, victorious smirk.
This was all a show. A sick, twisted performance to cement her role as the fragile victim and Clara as the villain who had driven her to the brink.
The sight of it, the sheer, manipulative evil of it, sent a fresh wave of nausea through Clara. She clamped a hand over her mouth and fled. She ran out of the apartment, past a stunned doorman, her mind screaming. Behind her, she could hear Kane's frantic, soothing voice, murmuring promises to Corinne.
She found her car in the visitor's garage and peeled out onto the wet streets of New York. Rain began to fall, smearing the city lights into a blurry, impressionistic nightmare. She didn't know where she was going. She just drove.
A few blocks later, she had to slam on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. She threw open the car door and vomited onto the pavement, her body heaving with violent, empty retches.
It was two in the morning when she found herself outside her mother's brownstone in Brooklyn. She leaned on the doorbell, her body trembling.
The door flew open. Her mother, Marion, stood there in her bathrobe, her face etched with alarm. "Clara! My God, what happened?"
Marion pulled her inside, out of the rain. Clara collapsed onto the familiar floral sofa, soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably. She felt like a ghost.
Her mother returned with a mug of warm broth. Clara took one sip and immediately gagged, the liquid coming right back up.
Marion's expression shifted from worry to a sharp, focused concern. Her eyes dropped to Clara's flat stomach.
"Honey," she said, her voice soft and careful. "When was your last period?"
The question hung in the air. Clara's mind went blank. With the stress of the last few months, the constant fighting, she hadn't been paying attention. She couldn't remember.
A cold, slithering dread coiled in her gut. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, it can't be."
Marion disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a small, rectangular box. She pressed a pregnancy test into Clara's cold, numb hand.
The next three minutes in her mother's bathroom were the longest of her life. She sat on the closed toilet lid, the plastic stick resting on the counter. Outside, a clap of thunder rattled the old windows. A flash of lightning illuminated the small room, and in that stark, white light, she saw them.
Two pink lines.
A strangled sob escaped her lips. She dropped her head into her hands, her body shaking with a new kind of terror. This wasn't a miracle. It was a curse. She was pregnant with the child of the man who had just traded her for a debt settlement.
The door opened and Marion came in. She saw the test, then her daughter's crumpled form, and wrapped her arms around her.
"We can't let him know," Marion said, her voice fierce and protective. "You know what he'll do, Clara. He'll take it. He'll claim it as his own."
Clara clung to her mother, the tears finally coming in a hot, silent flood. But through the despair, a new, primal instinct was stirring. She placed a trembling hand on her stomach.
"I need to go to a doctor," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I need to be sure."
As her mother went to find her some dry clothes, Clara's phone, which she'd left on the end table, lit up. A text message from Kane.
We're not done. My lawyer's office. Tomorrow.
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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.