Everyone thought my marriage was flawless. A powerful husband. Wealth. Privacy. Control. What they didn't know was that loyalty was the one thing he couldn't buy. I discovered his affair the night I realized love had made me obedient, not safe. He called it a mistake. I called it betrayal. Now I'm done being the faithful wife in a story written by a cheating man. This is not a forgiveness story. This is what happens after loyalty breaks.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

MONTANA He was the love of my life-until he left me standing in the wreckage of our marriage. Five years later, Jared Manelis is a world champion boxer, and the father of my daughters. The man he is today is galaxies away from the boy with blood on his knuckles who once promised me forever. Now a stranger, with the world at his fingertips and a talent for irritating me to no end. But when he's left fighting for his life after a championship match, everything changes. Suddenly, the man who broke me is back inside the walls I built to keep him out. Now he's asking questions we've both avoided for years; while our present battles to keep us apart, our past fights to be brought to the light and bind us together again. JARED Five years ago, fame, pride, and one stupid choice cost me my marriage-and the family I'd always dreamed of. Now I'm with a woman I don't love, have an ex who smiles at everyone but me, and a daughter too nervous to meet my eyes. Then I'm shot after the biggest night of my career-and all I can see is her. When death caresses your cheek, you know it's time to fight for what you want. So I force my way back into her world, where she can't ignore me anymore, and begin my fight for the truth, a chance to be us again. I'll remind her why she chose me all those years ago and show her why I'm worth choosing again.

Married to brilliant surgeon Ciaran Wilson, the man who once stood in pouring rain just to drive her home, Leah spends her nights with cold dinners and broken promises while he saves lives at the hospital. Leah faces a heartbreaking question: how long can Madame keep waiting for a husband who no longer chooses her?

Aniya thought marriage meant partnership, love, and maybe the occasional argument about Netflix passwords. What she didn't plan for was Farrah - Spencer's charming, passive-aggressive "work wife" who somehow made "emotional cheating" look like part of the job description. At first, it was small stuff: snarky comments about Aniya's yoga career, a suspicious number of office selfies, and a mysteriously missing anniversary mug. But when Farrah starts hashtagging Spencer as her "WorkHubby" and scheduling dinners on their actual anniversary, Aniya realizes she's not imagining it-this woman is trying to steal her man, one team meeting at a time. Now Aniya has two options: 1. Let Farrah run the show while Spencer plays the clueless nice guy. 2. Or remind everyone - including her husband - exactly who's married to him. Told with sharp humor, brutal honesty, and enough chaos to fill an HR report, Delete Her Number, Spencer is a modern love story about marriage in the social media era - where loyalty is tested, egos are fragile, and no one is safe from a "work bestie" with boundary issues.

I thought there was no deep connection like an emotional connection. And I thought that marrying my first and Only boyfriend was the start of a forever. But he took our sacred bond for granted, and destroyed it in such a brutal way I could feel it on my bones. It spread through my body and soul like a disease. And I discovered, how Cheating, in any form or coated by any excusing justifications is still as destructing. Sometimes, to the point it becomes Cureless.

The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

Ellie spent years rebuilding her life after public humiliation, loss, and betrayal at the hands of Renzo Bellavere - the golden boy who destroyed her family and never looked back. Now fate has bound them together. In a world where mates are sacred and refusal is taboo, Ellie must navigate a bond she never consented to, a society that demands compliance, and a man who believes destiny absolves everything he's done. This is not a story about instant forgiveness. It's about autonomy. About survival. And about what it takes to reclaim yourself when even fate is against you. FYI: this story explores mating bonds in an everyday world very similar to ours. They are not werewolves or vampires. Just humans with mating bonds!

Elio Moretti's world was bleak. Grey. Dark. When the woman he loved, Alina Romanov, died in his arms, she took all the light with her. He drifted through the years like a ghost, tethered to duty, a life waiting for the end to claim him, but no matter how recklessly he walked the edge --- it never did. Then came Hanna Park. Sharp. Clever. Enigmatic. Disarming without trying. What began as a no-strings-attached arrangement, a fleeting connection, began to fracture, reshape, and bleed into something deeper. Grief, however, does not loosen its roots so easily. And Hanna, she had never meant to fall for a man whose heart still beat in the rhythm of someone gone. Yet the closer she got, the less she could resist. When loss hollows you to the bone, can anything grow in the emptiness? And when love promises to burn you alive, do you flee --- or let it quietly consume you? ------------------------ *Afterlight is a standalone set after The Lies We Rehearsed; reading TLWR first is recommended.*

One lesson I learned very early in life was to be cheerful, to be agreeable, to do as I was told and ask for nothing, and to never ever complain. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't make trouble and maybe they'll love you. I grew into an adult who took care of others and never expected that those I loved would take care of me in return. I gave and never asked, never expected, never demanded. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't make trouble and you'll find someone that will love you. And then one day, a Dragon walked into my workplace and turned my world upside down with a single wink. Having grown up watching his father treat his men like they were disposable, just meat bags to be fed into the grinder, Dragon was determined to be different when he became president of the Dragon's Inferno MC. He cares about his people. He takes care of them. He was upfront with me, taking care of his MC and those he considered to be his would always be his priority. And I agreed to that, I joined him in that mission, throwing myself into becoming the perfect old lady of the prez. Smile Maddie. Act happy Maddie. Take care of them and maybe they'll love you. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't complain and maybe he'll love you. I told myself I was independent. I was strong. And I didn't need my Dragon to take care of me. And I almost believed it. Almost. But now I'm watching him with her. I'm watching him comfort her. I'm watching him listen to her, support her, reassure her. I'm watching him take time from his day to check in with her. I'm watching him worry about her. I'm watching them become closer right in front of my eyes. I'm seeing every thoughtful gesture he does for her. And me? I'm not happy. I'm not smiling. I'm done being agreeable. Fuck not causing trouble. I'm about to set my Dragon's world on fire. And then I'm walking away. She can have him. For the first time in my life, I'm choosing myself.