When I was diagnosed with acute leukemia, my husband was on vacation with his mistress. He generously gifted his mistress a $2 million watch, but when I asked for $300,000 for treatment, he refused. On the phone, his voice was icy cold. “Alivia, just hearing your voice makes me sick. Do you understand?” “If you want to die, just go ahead. Once you’re gone, I can marry Sofia without the hassle of a divorce!” In that moment, my heart shattered…
On my wedding day, Anson got a call from his old crush and just left. I chased after him and almost got hit by a car. The shock made me miscarry, and my dress was stained with blood. There he was, holding her, whispering, “Brenda, I’m here,” just like when he proposed to me. Turns out, he never loved me. I handed him divorce papers, and he tore them up, saying, “It’s just a small thing. I was comforting Brenda.” A small thing? He didn’t know he lost his child that day. He didn’t know I was dying inside.
Seven years into my love for Landon, I got kidnapped. Those two months of pure hell left me scarred all over. And during that whole nightmare, Landon called me just once. When he heard my cries, he simply said, “Nice acting,” as if it meant nothing. But then, when I was about to marry someone else, suddenly he was on his knees, begging me not to leave.
I almost died from severe bleeding while giving birth to my daughter. My husband Arthur was not around, he told me on the phone that he wished he could drop everything and come back to me. But later I found out wedding photos of him and his first love on his other Twitter account. The date was the same day I had my difficult labor…
I stood by Ethan Brooks for twelve years and was married to him for five, but I still couldn’t compete with his first love. He loved her; his safe was filled with things she had given him. When I saw their photo together, I knew our marriage was over, and I was ready to let him go. But three months after the divorce, he came to me with teary eyes and begged, “Isabella, you’re the one I love!”
On what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives, my wedding to Walter Harris took an unexpected turn. Just as we were about to exchange vows, my sister Isabella Reed fainted due to low blood sugar. Without hesitation, Walter scooped her up and rushed her to the hospital. In a moment of hurt and impulse, I made a decision that would change everything. I turned to Walter’s brother, Noah Harris, and married him instead. Walter returned to me, his eyes red and he kept begging me to get back with him. I smiled calmly, gently caressing my pregnant belly. “That’s not happening.” It was like those 10 years of loving Walter had just vanished into thin air.
On the day of our scheduled divorce, I waited at the civil affairs office for three long hours. He never showed up, but news of his car accident did. The crash had wiped his memory clean. I covered my face and cried, not out of sadness, but from happiness. I didn’t have to divorce him anymore. In the three years we were married, he never truly looked at me. I was the only one who had feelings for him. But on the night he was discharged from the hospital, he came to my bedroom door with a pillow in hand. He asked, looking a bit pitiful, “Honey, aren’t we sleeping together?”
My boyfriend got betrayed. On my 25th birthday, he betrayed himself. He gave me a robot. In other words, he made a clone of himself. A robot that looked exactly like him. And just like him, this robot was getting wilder.
My boyfriend, James Wellington, was broke—or so I thought. For two years, I paid all the bills, and the priciest gift he gave me was a $180 pearl necklace. Yet, he secretly cleared a $5 million debt for his bankrupt childhood sweetheart, Rachel Wilson. Turns out, James was a wealthy heir all along. He wasn’t poor; he was just stingy with me.
I found out about my husband’s cancer diagnosis while he was having sex with other one.