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The Ex-Wife's Comeback
The Ex-Wife's Comeback
After marrying David Reynolds, Charlotte Parker spent over a decade dutifully caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. She could never bring herself to splurge on expensive clothes, yet one day, she caught sight of her husband parading around town with his mistress—dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, toting a six-figure Hermès crocodile bag. And that wasn’t all. There was also a love child, around ten years old. The boy obediently called her mother-in-law "Grandma," and the old woman immediately declared that the family fortune would one day be his. Her husband, ever the generous spender, announced plans to upgrade his mistress and their illegitimate son to a luxury duplex—worth a cool five million. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still stuck in the shabby, decades-old apartment allocated by her husband’s workplace back in the day. The betrayal was the wake-up call she needed. She realized the first half of her life had been wasted on the wrong people. From now on, she would live for herself—free and unshackled. She wanted a divorce. Her husband sneered, "All you’re good for is cooking and cleaning. You wouldn’t survive without me." Her mother-in-law scoffed, "Women of our generation endure worse. Who hasn’t suffered a little? Divorcing at your age—how disgraceful!" Relatives chimed in, "You’ve put up with it this long. What’s another twenty or thirty years? Just bear with it a little longer." Bear with it? She had endured enough for a lifetime. No more! … Everyone expected the middle-aged divorcee to become a pitiful, lonely joke. But to their shock, Charlotte not only re-entered the workforce—she thrived, climbing the career ladder with unstoppable momentum. And love? A second chance came knocking. Wait—what? The man she was dating, the one she might remarry… was actually the wealthiest tycoon in the capital? Her ex-husband’s family was drowning in regret, begging her with tears to take them back. A squad of imposing bodyguards blocked their path. "Sorry," they said coolly. "Our lady says she doesn’t know any poor relatives."
Billionaire
5
One Night, Once Got Triplets
One Night, Once Got Triplets
(Military Marriage Sweet Romance + Revenge Story + 1v1 Pure Love + Karma for the Second Male Lead + Younger Uncle Steps Up + Adorable Baby) After five years of military marriage, Evelyn Carter dutifully served her in-laws and raised her son—only for her husband to demand a divorce for the sake of his "white moonlight." Determined to confront him, Evelyn took their son and set off, but tragedy struck on the way. In her final moments, she discovered the devastating truth: the child she had lovingly raised wasn’t hers at all—he was the offspring of her husband’s beloved. Meanwhile, her own flesh and blood, swapped at birth by her husband and his mistress, had suffered relentless abuse before ultimately perishing at the hands of that woman’s son. Consumed by grief and rage, Evelyn dragged the treacherous pair down with her in a blaze of vengeance. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in time—right before her real son’s death. This time, she swore to protect her child at all costs and make every last villain pay in blood. Tear the mistress apart. Kick the scum to the curb. Crush the whole rotten family. With her hidden space ability, she emptied her in-laws’ home clean, then marched straight to the military base with divorce papers in hand. A report to the high-ranking commander sped up the proceedings. Everyone expected her life to fall apart after the divorce. Instead, she rose like a phoenix, slapping down every hater and climbing to the top with her son in tow. Her ex-husband, drowning in regret, begged for reconciliation. But by then, another man stood firmly by Evelyn’s side—the icy, untouchable Special Forces legend, the ex-husband’s own revered and childless uncle. Shielding Evelyn and her son with his imposing frame, his voice was frosty as steel: "Step away from my wife and child."
Marriage
4.2
Ditch the Billionaire, Own My Better Life!
Ditch the Billionaire, Own My Better Life!
Hazel Foster had been married with Rayan Kingston for three years. Even though Hazel knows that Rayan had only married her because her face looked like his dead girlfriend Evleyn Hamper, she still tried her best to maintain her marriage, because she loved him and believed that maybe one day he also fall in love with her. However, one day Rayan's ex-girlfriend sister's Oliver Hamper kidnapped Hazel and she almost lost her life, but her so-called husband didn't even come to visit at hospital even once, but asked his assistant Simon to warn Hazel not to cause trouble for him. Hearing assistant's words, Hazel heart turned cold. Just then her phone buzzed. Olivia had posted a new photo on Instagram. In the picture, Rayan was carrying her upstairs in his arms—like a scene from some romantic movie. You couldn’t see his face, only his back, but Hazel knew that silhouette anywhere. After three years of marriage, she could recognize him by the way his shoulders moved. That was her husband. The man she’d once believed was hers. The caption read: “Twisted my ankle, and someone insisted on carrying me.” Below, the comments flooded in: “So sweet!” “Couple goals!” “Perfect together!” Hazel’s hands trembled. Tears stung her eyes. While she’d been fighting for her life, her husband had been playing lover to another woman. She wiped her tears away quickly. He wasn’t worth it. Not a single drop. Without hesitation, she called her friend. She didn’t explain much—just asked her to prepare divorce papers. She realized that it was time for her to leave this so-called marriage. ***** At the courthouse. Hazel held the divorce certificate and left with her held high. Rayan looked at her back, and sneered, thinking she will certainly regret it and come to him soon. However, what he didn't know was that the one who was going to regret was not her, but him.
Billionaire
5
My Factory Trades Through Time
My Factory Trades Through Time
[Rebirth + Comeback + Cross-Dimensional Trade + Business Empire] While others faced unemployment after graduation, Jill Wright faced bankruptcy. She woke up one morning to inherit millions in debt. Her younger brother had fled overseas with all the cash, leaving her to face a horde of creditors. To dodge loan sharks, her grandfather handed her a batch of counterfeit antiques—then spread the word, ensuring every debt collector came knocking at her door. Yet among those fakes lay genuine treasures, unexpectedly unlocking the door to an interdimensional marketplace. A destitute prince, shivering and starving at the frontier, wandered into her factory. His eyes lit up at the sight of her unsold winter coats. He promptly hauled over crates of authentic relics: "I'll take them all!" A tribal chieftain, awestruck by her advanced farming tools, reverently offered a gnarled, thousand-year-old wild ginseng root. A spoiled heir from the future, passing through, gaped in disbelief before showering her with cutting-edge self-defense gadgets—then eagerly snatched up her freshly harvested fruits and vegetables. Before long, her failing factory wasn’t just surviving—it was thriving, orders pouring in faster than she could handle. Jill expanded to the provincial capital, then the imperial city, until her empire stretched nationwide. As for those snobbish relatives and obnoxious suitors? She smirked. "Get lost." Business boomed, and so did her admirers. Until one day, a certain arrogant tycoon could no longer sit still. "Miss Wright," he said, lips curling. "I have a lifetime project to discuss with you."
Billionaire
4
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