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Betrayal's Echo: A Wife's Revenge

Betrayal's Echo: A Wife's Revenge

5.0

Dr. Evelyn Reed had finally done it. Three years of relentless work, the neural interface cure for her paralyzed husband, Ethan, was a success. A triumphant smile touched her lips as she reached for her phone to share the life-changing news. But an email caught her eye, a cheerful invitation that turned her world to ice. "Dr. Ethan Vance and Miss Tiffany Reed request the pleasure of your company at the celebration of their marriage." Ethan. Her husband. Tiffany. Her own niece. It was a sick joke, a complete error, yet the high-end Parisian wedding agency confirmed its legitimacy. Her joy evaporated, replaced by a cold dread as she drove through the night, a ghost to a celebration she was never meant to see. She saw him there, standing, whole, laughing, with Tiffany tucked into his arm, radiant in white. He kissed her, a tender kiss meant for the world to see, and Evelyn' s world tilted off its axis. Then she heard them talking, overheard their cruel confessions: he had always loved Tiffany, while Evelyn was merely "a necessary step," "a convenient solution." The man she had sacrificed everything for, the man who had promised his undying love, had been betraying her for two years with her own blood. The pain of betrayal, the hollowness of her sacrifice, the absolute injustice of it all, left her hollowed out, empty of tears. She watched him walk away from her in the hospital, choosing Tiffany, right after a fire, right after she found out a bomb, orchestrated by Tiffany, nearly killed her. This wasn't a love triangle; it was a war, and she was losing. Driven by a quiet, ice-cold resolve, Evelyn began to fight back.

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Stolen Code, Broken Heart, Fierce Comeback

Stolen Code, Broken Heart, Fierce Comeback

5.0

The flickering TV in my dingy motel room was the only light, illuminating the peeling wallpaper. On screen, Ethan Vance, my ex-fiancé, smiled his perfect, camera-ready smile, touting 'EvolveAI' and his "future-defining" Prometheus algorithm. Reporters swarmed him; he was the king of Silicon Valley, the brilliant mind behind the world' s most advanced AI. My world. My code. My future. He had stolen it all. Everything. I remembered the day he left, his eyes cold and empty, my three years of coding on a hard drive in his bag, a venomous "You were always just… holding me back." He didn't just take the code; he took my savings, my reputation, blacklisting me from an industry I helped build, all while Bethany Cole, my best friend, stood arm-in-arm with him, eyes gleaming with triumph. They left me with nothing but eviction notices, forcing me to sell everything I owned, living as a ghost under pseudonyms, cleaning up security flaws for companies that would never hire Scarlett Hayes. The pain of that betrayal was a constant, suffocating darkness, a deep pit I couldn' t climb out of, trapped by unseen enemies and their whispers of my failure. But watching him on that screen, basking in my stolen glory, a cold, sharp rage began to burn through the despair. In that cheap motel, I swore a vow: I would get justice, I would take back what was mine, and he would not build his empire on my ruins. My chance came weeks later: a vulnerability in his IPO network led me to a familiar digital signature-a back door I'd built into 'Prometheus,' a failsafe only I knew. He was arrogant, so certain he' d erased me he never looked for the ghost I' d left behind. He was on the verge of becoming a billionaire. And I had the key to his kingdom. A slow smile spread across my face. The game wasn't over. It had just begun. I wasn't going to be a victim. I was the storm he never saw coming. I would let him climb to the peak of his triumph. And then, I would burn it all to the ground.

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Lost Time, Found Love: Ava’s Return

Lost Time, Found Love: Ava’s Return

5.0

The first thing I felt was the slow, steady beep of a machine. I opened my eyes to a sterile white ceiling, definitely not my bedroom. A nurse rushed in, dropping her clipboard, whispering, "She' s awake!" Then a doctor: "Mrs. Hayes? Ava? Can you tell me your name?" "Ava Reed... Ava Hayes." "And the year?" "2023. It' s October." Their pitying looks made my skin crawl. "Ava," the doctor said gently, "It' s not 2023." He pointed to a digital screen: July 12, 2038. Fifteen years. Gone. Just like that. The car crash that felt like yesterday had apparently happened a decade and a half ago. My Lily, my four-year-old daughter, would be nineteen. My husband, Ethan… I called him, desperate, finding his contact on a sleek, alien device. A voice answered, but it wasn' t his. It was cold, hollow. "Who is this?" "Ethan? It' s me. It' s Ava." Then, a harsh, bitter laugh. "My wife is dead. She died fifteen years ago. Don' t you dare use her name again." He was about to hang up. "The scar!" I screamed, "Under your left rib, from Miller' s Peak! And Lily… she called her bear 'Sir Reginald Fluffen-Bottom' !" Silence on the line. Then a whisper: "How… how do you know that?" Who was this stranger on the phone? What had happened to my life, my family? I was Ava Reed, a woman robbed of fifteen years. "Because I am your wife, you idiot. Oceanville General, Room 304. Ten minutes." I hung up, a cold, hard knot forming in my stomach. Ethan never showed. Instead, a slick lawyer offered me a hotel, a car, a credit card. I took the car. My daughter. Lily.

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His Robot Love, Her Broken Heart

His Robot Love, Her Broken Heart

5.0

For five years, New York society envied me, Ava Riley, the perfectly devoted wife to tech titan Liam Carter. Though legally blind, I felt his love in every touch, every whispered word, convinced I was the luckiest woman alive. But one night, a searing pain shot through my head, a shocking kaleidoscope of color exploded behind my eyelids, and then-I could see. My vision, blurry but real, focused on the bed. It wasn't Liam on top of me. It was a faceless, flawless robot, moving with the practiced intimacy I believed belonged to my husband. Then I saw Liam across the room, wrapped around a perfect, lifelike doll-his adopted sister, Sophia. Every intimate moment of our five-year marriage, every cherished touch, had been a vile, mechanical lie. The truth crashed down: I was just a blind prop in his twisted obsession, a placeholder for the woman he truly desired. When I confronted this horrifying reality, Sophia pushed me down the stairs, and I lost our baby. But Liam' s concern wasn't for me. He protected Sophia, dismissing my pain, our child, and even me, as collateral damage, painting me as an "emotionally unstable liar" to cover their tracks. How could the man I loved betray me so utterly? How could my own sacrifice have led to such a depraved deception? My heart didn't just break; it became a cold, hard stone of disbelief and fury. Lying in that hospital bed, rage burning through my soul, I ripped up Liam' s seven-figure "hush money" check, looked Sophia directly in her astonished eyes, and declared, "I' m divorcing him. And I' m not going quietly. I' m going to take everything."

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Love's Cruel Game: A Wife's Sacrifice

Love's Cruel Game: A Wife's Sacrifice

5.0

The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my head: "Elimination in 24 hours. Affection and love values from all targets remain at zero. Final task failed." My life, spent trying to win a game of affection I was designed to lose, was ending. Then the phone rang. It was my husband, David, frantic. "Olivia, where are you? Get to the hospital. Now. It's Emily." My twin sister. Always Emily. Her kidneys had failed, she needed a transplant, and as her twin, I was the perfect match. My heart didn't even flutter. They demanded my last kidney, just as they always demanded sacrifices from me. My mother called next, yelling, "How can you be so selfish? Your sister needs you! We've given you everything... the least you can do is save her life." They called Emily "delicate," their excuse for endless favoritism, while seeing me as "the strong one" who endured and gave without complaint. I had already secretly given my father one of my kidneys years ago, letting Emily take the credit and the love. I signed the consent forms for the surgery, a final act of surrender. My family promised David a down payment on a house and offered me "forgiveness for all the trouble I'd caused"- a veiled threat for a lifetime of perceived defiance. I was a tool, a means to Emily's end, and now, a vessel to be emptied. I had chased their love for ten years, following the system' s tasks, sacrificing my dignity for worthless points. But every time I earned one, Emily found a way to make me lose two. David' s score never even reached one. Now I knew the truth: the system was a curse, a reflection of my desperate need for their approval, and it was killing me. Just hours before the surgery, a new nightmare began. Emily's latest design was leaked, traced to my IP address. The press swarmed; my mother slapped me; Emily, the perfect victim, cried for me to be forgiven. My family ordered me to confess, to take the blame for something I didn't do, to protect Emily's reputation. And I did it. I publicly admitted to being the jealous villain, sacrificing my name, my dignity, my entire being for the family that never loved me.

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Betrayed By Love, Reborn By Fate

Betrayed By Love, Reborn By Fate

5.0

The cheap cotton sheets felt real, too real for a man who' d just died a brutal death in a remote facility. My eyes snapped open to my familiar apartment, the one I shared with Sarah, a place I hadn' t seen in over a year. Then I saw my reflection: unmarred, clear-eyed, not the skeletal, scarred figure I' d become. It was the day. The day my life was systematically dismantled by the two people I trusted most: my cousin, Liam White, and my ex-fiancée, Chloe Davis. Liam, my supposed brother, had twisted Chloe' s love for me into hate, then moved into her mansion, living the life that was supposed to be mine. He fabricated lies about my gambling debts and mistresses, even selling Chloe' s prized vintage Porsche and blaming me. Her wealth and influence became the weapons she used to destroy me. The final blow came with Olivia Reed, Chloe' s best friend, pregnant with Liam' s child. They faked a fall, blamed me for her miscarriage, and used Chloe' s power to have me locked away in a hellish facility. I remembered the sharp pain, my own blood pooling on concrete, and then… nothing. Until now. My phone rang, cutting through the silence. Chloe Davis. In my past life, I' d pleaded, begged, and been ruined. "Ethan Miller, you piece of trash! Where is my husband?" she shrieked, venom dripping from her voice. But the man who feared her was dead. With a newfound calm, I ended the call. The silence that followed was a declaration of war, and this time, I knew all the moves.

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The end of the world-

The end of the world-

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“On November 13 2 ***, the President declared the evacuation of people living in the area which is the source of thick smoke due to the chemical gas it spreads. While scientists are still investigating what exactly is the source of that matter… ”I heard the reporter's news on T.V. I just sighed and shook my head before laying down on the counter the junkfoods I had chosen to buy. “Hays. How many months has that issue been, they still haven’t been able to resolve it? Are they really scientists ?! ” cashier complains while watching the news. I didn't say anything because he was right. The news has been like this for months. But until now it is still not over, sometimes people just think that the Government is just using that smoke to cover up other issues about them. "180 pesos all." I was immediately brought back to court when the cashier told me that. “Ah! Just a moment. ” I said. I quickly grabbed my wallet and handed him the money. He immediately accepted it and thanked me. I just smiled back at him before turning around carrying the junkfoods I had bought. “Don't forget to wear a face mask before going out to avoid inhaling chemical gas—” I didn't hear anything else the reporter had to say when I got out of the convenience store. I am now wearing a face mask because that is the protocol given to us by the Governments. We also can't criticize their protocols because we might be given a warning. As I walk home. I can’t help but notice other people just coughing somewhere. It was as if they were seriously ill. I just shook my head and continued walking until I reached Mika and I's house. "Im here." I said when I could enter our house. I went straight to the living room and put down the junkfoods there before looking for Mika. "Meisha, is that you?" I heard Mika say somewhere. I immediately looked at her behavior. Weird? She didn’t call me “Shasha”. "Mika, have you just come home?" I will ask. Because based on what she's wearing, it looks like she's just from work. She smiled at me before nodding, “Where are you from? Did you know I've been looking for you for a while? ” “You don't seem to be used to me, Sis. You know I'm wandering around. ” I said before laughing softly. “But anyway, I bought junkfoods at the convenience store. Feel free to take it. ” I took from the table the plastic containing the junkfoods and handed it to her. After that, I immediately went straight to the kitchen to get an apple. "What's the apple for?" Mika immediately asked me. "Because I saw something on youtube that made chocolate sauce with apple, so I also want to try." “Won't your stomach hurt there? Can I cut it? ” “I can do it, Sis. Just watch. ” I said and was about to cut the apple when it suddenly hit my finger causing it to bleed. Shit. “Hays! I told you! I just have to. It's really your stubbornness, Meisha. ” Mika said and quickly took my finger. But I was surprised when she suddenly slapped the wound on my finger in the mouth and sucked it hard to relieve me of the pain. "Mika, wait!" I quickly pulled my finger out of hers. I can not believe. What is happening to him? He's not like that when I get hurt. “Why Meisha? Is there a problem?" she asked while still looking at my finger. I immediately hid my wound on my finger, “What ... what is happening to you Sis? Why are you acting weird? Do you know that you are scaring me? ” I was nervous to tell her. She smiled horribly, “What are you saying, Meisha? Nothing bothered me. I just want to heal your wound. ” “Cure? as far as I know, you are afraid of blood so how do you manage to suck my wound all of a sudden? Also, you don't really call me Meisha, do you? its Shasha. ” I said as I backed away from her. Suddenly, her smile disappeared from her lips and was replaced by a frightening aura. "Annoying." It starts, "I should have eaten you when I first saw you." W-what? eating? Mika's words didn't seem to sink into my brain. As far as I know, there is something wrong with what is happening right now. I was surprised when Mika's body suddenly trembled and then the cracking of her skin caused the blood to start dripping. "Mika ?!" I recoiled even more in fear. “Argh! ..” her voice gradually changed as her appearance changed. I was so bitten on the lower lip out of fear. I was stunned at the thought when Mika suddenly stopped shivering. It’s bent so I can’t see what’s going on with her. "Mika?" I was still hesitant whether I would approach her or not, but in the end I was still able to approach her. “Mika? Are you okay? ” When I was about to touch it, I was surprised when she suddenly lifted her head. her eyes were wide open as if they were spitting. While his face was full of blood. I cried out in shock as she held both my arms, “Mika! What?!" I said as he kept pushing her face away so it wouldn't bite me. With his excessive force, I didn't realize that my back had hit the sink where I had sliced ​​the apple earlier. I bit my lip so hard

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