What would you do if you found out your husband is cheating on you,not only that but his mistress who is also your cousin by the way, is pregnant with his baby?A baby you desperately wanted and trying for years. I think if your entire world is crashing down, the easiest way out is to run and drink your grief away. So that's exactly what I did. Except, never in a million years, I expected my husband's bestfriend, who I hadn't seen in years would be there to comfort me in more ways than one and will follow me all the way back to my city, home and office. Yes, this stubborn man is my company's new client and I don't think I can get rid of him or if I want to. He wants a chance to show me how good it can get.He's dangerously alluring but unfortunately my life is full of drama, giving him a chance would be a mistake or would it? This book is strictly for mature audience🔞 Trigger warning: Contains on page cheating and betrayal. (Not by the main characters), infertility issues and extreme jealousy issues. This story contains a happy ending and multiple POVs. RANKINGS : #1 - angstwithhappyending - 26-02-2026 #1- happyending- 26-02-2026 #1- brokentrust- 07-01-2026 #1- infidelity- 08-01-2026 #1- divorce- 10-03-2026 #3- revenge- 27-02-2026

He called her his. His ol' lady. His wife. Property of Clutch. Rebecca "Bex" Pierce never belonged to anyone. She chose him. She stood beside him. She wore his patch with pride. Until the night he chose wrong. When a lie tears through the Dawnbreakers MC, loyalty turns toxic and pride turns cruel. In front of his brothers, in front of the clubhouse, Clutch does the one thing Bex never thought he would. He doesn't hit her. He doesn't cheat. He just doesn't believe her. And if he doesn't believe her? Then the patch means nothing. So she takes it off herself. Throws it at his feet. And walks away from the only life she's ever known. No protection. No club. No husband. The fallout fractures the Dawnbreakers from the inside out. Secrets unravel. Brothers fall. The club reforms. But the woman he lost? She isn't waiting to be claimed again. If Clutch wants his wife back, he won't just have to apologize. He'll have to rebuild everything he broke. Publicly. Relentlessly. Without expecting forgiveness. Because this time, she isn't property of anyone. Not even him. This story was born inside the Grovel & Betrayal Facebook group during a live "build-a-book" day. You asked for: • Public humiliation • Believed-the-wrong-person betrayal • Nuclear heartbreak • A man who has to earn her back And as I was reading your comments, one character kept echoing in my head. Clutch. You met him in Unlawful Hearts. You saw the quiet weight he carried. You heard him whisper to Remi. You watched him stand in the fire with the Dawnbreakers. This is his story. Welcome back to the Redemption Road world, this is within the same timeline as Unlawful Hearts.

Elliot Vale doesn't fall in love. He manages perception. As the public face of Northwell, he understands one thing better than anyone: appearances are everything. Stability matters. Control matters. Feelings complicate things. So when a fake engagement becomes the cleanest solution to a public problem, Elliot drafts the rules like he always does. Thirty days. Public appearances. No emotional liability. Harper Lane knows exactly what she's agreeing to. She builds brands for a living. She understands strategy. She believes she can enjoy something temporary without expecting forever. It's controlled. It's professional. It's not supposed to feel real. Until it does. Until the lines blur. Until pretending feels indistinguishable from truth. Until Harper starts wanting something that was never part of the agreement. And when Elliot, desperate to prove he's still in control, reminds her exactly what their arrangement was... he does it in a way Harper can't forgive. She doesn't fight. She doesn't beg. She chooses herself. And Elliot is left to face the one thing he never planned for: Feelings don't follow contracts.

Emerald Sawyer has always been my home. She was the one who saw something in me when everyone else saw a hockey goon who couldn't even read properly. When the world called me stupid, she called me capable. When I had nothing, she sacrificed to give me everything. Now, I'm Hayden "Haymaker" Sawyer-the league's most feared enforcer. My violence goes viral. My fists pay the bills. Every fight, every brutal hit, every autograph, every picture, every deal-I do it all for her. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of her. I missed the warning signs-the threats, the harassment, the shaming, the strangers who hate her simply for being mine. When she showed me, I told her it didn't matter. It was jealousy. It was nothing. I told her that she was safe. I was wrong. The losses started piling up. The fans raged. My anger grew. My fights became more reckless. My temper snapped, and I said careless words that pushed away my entire world. While I'm smiling for the cameras, my wife was brutally attacked by a fan. While I'm protecting my career, my Emerald was fighting for her life. Every moment I'd ignored her, every time I'd put hockey before her, every careless word I'd ever said-all of it hit me at once. Now I see everything. She's alive, but terrified. She doesn't trust me. She doesn't feel safe with me. She flinches when she sees my jersey. I will never forgive myself. But I cannot give up. I will prove to the only person who ever saw me-the only person who ever loved the real me-that I am still worthy of her. That I can put her first, that I can make things right, that I will fight with everything I am to keep her safe, to bring her back to me. I demand vengeance for my wife, against everyone who ever harmed her-and that includes me. Because Emerald Sawyer is my home, my heart, and my everything. This fight-for her-is the most important fight of my life. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ykD1DIiMtJwouI2choaIJ?si=c70ab896ac4446b8

When I started posting my stories online, I didn't expect much traction. It was a fun outlet for the ideas I had swirling around my head. My husband supported my crazy storylines and listened to me narrate out loud the silly plots I planned to write. When a publisher contacted me to see if I would be interested in releasing one of my stories, I thought I was dreaming. I soon discovered it was all a prank and my favourite hobby turned my world into a real life storyline of betrayal and heartbreak. TW: - Online abuse/bullying - Betrayal by H (no cheating)

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

Pastels hide stains better than you'd think. Emilia Hunt built her life on soft things - spring mornings, pretty smiles, fresh starts. Easter was her holiday. Rebirth. Renewal. Resurrection. Too bad some things refuse to stay buried. When a woman from her husband's past begins circling, old cracks split wide open. Secrets rot beneath polished floors. Lies bloom where trust once grew, and Emilia realizes something profound. Some marriages don't need saving. Some need ending. This Easter, Emilia isn't the sweet little bunny everyone remembers. She's what comes after the resurrection.

A gold medalist, newly married, is revealed as a cheater in his post-gold medal win press conference.

I never believed in marriage. Not after growing up watching it tear my family apart. Wanting someone was easy. Loving someone was dangerous. But promising forever? That felt impossible. And then came Dean Ashford. He never asked for much; just me, just us, just a future he swore he'd protect with everything he had. And when he asked for that future-when he held out a ring with hands that were shaking-I did the one thing I never wanted to do. I walked away. He broke. I broke. And the next morning, when I finally found the courage to choose him-really choose him-I had no idea he'd spent the night destroying everything we ever were. I had no idea what I was walking into. I had no idea what he'd done. I thought the worst thing I'd ever feel was the fear of losing him. I was wrong. Because nothing prepares you for the moment the person you love looks at you with eyes full of secrets... Nothing prepares you for the truth that the one night you walked away was the one night he didn't. And now I have to decide if the love I built my world around can survive the one mistake that broke both of us.