I Give Up This Rotten Marriage
My husband's first love, the woman he had once idolized, had left him for a powerful and influential school bully. Years later, she found herself in the midst of a bitter divorce and in need of a lawyer. And who else but my husband, now an accomplished attorney, ended up back in her orbit? As he moved toward her once more, I decided it was time to step aside. After all, there was no stopping someone determined to chase after a lost cause.Chapter 1 Chapter 1
It was the second week after he returned from a class reunion when Oscar Maxwell asked me for a divorce. "What do you mean?" I asked, in disbelief. We had been married for three years and our affection grew stronger with each passing day. Just recently, we gathered our families together to share the joyful news – we were planning to start a family of our own. Oscar looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and a stubble that had been left unattended for days. He didn't dare meet my gaze, his eyes lowering slowly as he muttered, "It's only temporary. I can't just leave her alone." Her. He didn’t say a name, but I knew exactly who he meant. The first love who had abandoned him. "Sharon isn’t doing well right now. Her marriage is falling apart, but her husband refuses to divorce her. They're going through a court battle, and she's living alone. We had a past... We were together once. Now she's in trouble, and I'm the only one who can help her." I stayed silent for a moment before asking, "So, she wants you to be her defense lawyer for the divorce?" Oscar nodded. He spoke slowly, "Her husband is powerful, and the case will be extremely challenging. Our divorce... it's just to protect you. In the future..." He paused as if there was more he wanted to say, but I cut him off. "Should I be thanking you for your thoughtfulness, then?" Perhaps the sarcasm in my tone was too obvious, as Oscar's breath caught in his throat, and he fell silent. I stood up, grabbed the coat hanging over the chair, and said, "Then let's get divorced." Oscar shot to his feet, feeling nervous. "It's so late... where are you going?""From this moment on, we have nothing to do with each other." I left those words behind and walked straight towards the door. But just as I reached the entrance, I couldn’t help myself. I turned back to face him and asked— "Oscar, do you remember the night after Sharon abandoned you? When her people came for you? The beating was brutal. Back then, you swore to me... you'd make the one who betrayed you pay dearly." The door closed slowly, blocking out the sight of Oscar's face, now drained of color, and swallowing the words I never said aloud: "Oscar, are you really so selflessly helpful, or is it that... you're just pathetic?" … Oscar and I were practically childhood sweethearts. During our school years, he was an outstanding student with good looks. Even though his family wasn't well-off, he was still quite popular with the girls. I used to watch him toss love letters from his desk drawer straight into the trash, his face filled with annoyance as he told me he had no interest in dating and found the whole thing bothersome. From that point on, I kept my distance, carefully hiding the small flutter of a teenage crush deep within me. It wasn’t until later that I discovered he did make an exception. That exception was Sharon Fox. Sharon possessed a beauty that whispered of danger. In an era when uniformity reigned - identical bangs and cookie-cutter school attire - she dared to be different. Beneath her jacket, a camisole peeked out rebelliously, while her lips gleamed with shimmering gloss. She was a spark of audacity in a sea of conformity. One day, she cornered Oscar between classes, asking him if he wanted to do something thrilling. Oscar tried to avert his gaze in disgust, but in the next moment, she hooked her arm around his neck and planted a bold kiss on his lips. Watching his face turn bright red, Sharon giggled. "You're so shy."
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"Let's date." At that moment, I was standing at the other end of the hallway, holding the lunchbox Oscar’s mom had asked me to bring to him, watching in a daze as the boy I liked chose someone else. Taking all the meat out of his lunch was the only way I could express my anger. Of course, he didn't care at all. His heart and mind were filled only with Sharon and the thrill of a new relationship. I cried and decided to give up on him. But fate, ever the trickster, had its own designs in store. They broke up soon after. When Sharon got bored, she dumped Oscar without a second thought. She quickly turned her attention to the new transfer student, the school bully, who later became her husband. The school bully came from a wealthy and powerful family, someone who could give her everything she wanted—money, status, excitement. Oscar refused to let things end like that. He kept looking for her, over and over, until the school bully noticed. That was when the bullying began. Oscar's f
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I decided to turn off my phone. But late that night, after the meeting had ended, I got a call from another classmate saying Oscar had drunk too much and passed out at the restaurant. Panic gripped me instantly. Despite being exhausted and hungry, I hailed a cab and rushed over. Oscar had indeed had too much to drink. The moment he saw me, his eyes reddened, and this six-foot-tall man collapsed into my arms like a bear. He murmured against my neck, “Honey…”"I'm here." My heart ached for him as I struggled to lift him. “Come on, let's go home.” But the next moment, he threw up all over my pants and shoes. I gasped, quickly shoved him into the car, and prepared to head home immediately. Just then, a slender figure came running out of the restaurant. “He left his wallet behind.” Without looking, I took it and thanked her, ready to leave. But she suddenly gripped the car door. "So, you're his wife." The challenge in her voice was so palpable that my head snapped up in an instant. The n
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Sharon's expression looked somewhat lost and dazed. I let out a sigh of relief, and on the way home, Oscar and I walked hand in hand. But in the end, he still let me down. Completely. --- A divorce was inevitable. I would be too kind-hearted to choose to stay by his side while he tried to save Sharon. We hired lawyers to negotiate the division of assets, and the whole process was drawn-out and complicated. It's almost laughable — when we first moved into this house, we had nothing. We built our life from scratch, doing everything ourselves. And yet, back then, we were so happy, dreaming about the future every single day. Now, years later, here we were, sitting across from each other with a long list of assets to divide, preparing to go our separate ways. Oscar looked exhausted, sitting by the table, smoking a cigarette. After everything was over, I stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. I casually checked my phone and saw a message from an old classmate I hadn’t spoken to
Choosing the Right One
When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband." Without hesitation, I choose Nathaniel Chapman. Everyone in the room is stunned. After all, it's no secret I've always been hopelessly in love with George Chapman. I used to swear I'd marry no one but him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married George. And because of that marriage, he inherited the lion's share of his grandfather's wealth. But after the wedding, he started an affair with my sister. The betrayal crushed me. I fell into deep depression. Later, he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison. I died with a child in my womb—alone, bitter, and betrayed. Now, I've been reborn. This time, I choose to let them have each other. But what I don't expect is that George has been reborn too.
Claimed but Never Marked
My boyfriend promised me a grand mating ceremony for my twentieth birthday. Instead, he publicly chose my stepsister as his mate. Just when I thought all hope was lost, the Alpha heir declared his secret love for me and offered to claim me. For five years, he doted on me—until I discovered the truth. Everything was a lie. He never loved me; he was only protecting her. Five years of devotion, shattered in seconds when I found his hidden collection of love tokens—all dedicated to my stepsister. Now I've filed to leave the pack, and in two days, I'll be gone forever.
Forgotten Vows Under the Moon
I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine.
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