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.

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.

They had loved for thirty years, or so she thought. One night, that love was shattered; betrayed, humiliated, and tested beyond endurance. She endured silently, carrying her pain alone, shielding her children from the truth. And he... he begged for her forgiveness, only to realize too late the depth of what he had lost.

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

Sunshine doesn't mean I don't feel the storm." June People say I light up rooms. That I'm all sunshine and softness, with a laugh that sticks and eyes that still believe in happy endings. And maybe I was that girl once. I've spent six years loving a man who made me feel safe and seen. Aaron was everything-steady, strong, my partner in building dreams. He helped me turn my dance studio into something real. He proposed with shaking hands and a tear in his eye. And I said yes with every piece of my heart. But three weeks before our wedding, he told me he needed to meet up with his high school sweetheart. I said yes. I trusted him. Then he came home and told me we had to postpone the wedding. He didn't cheat. He didn't leave. He was just... confused. And that broke me more than anything else could. So I canceled the wedding. I packed away the dress, the flowers, the future I'd memorized. And now? Now I have to figure out who I am without him. I don't know where this story ends. All I know is-I loved him with everything I had. And I won't beg to be chosen twice.

October I loved him with everything I had. From the moment I was a teenager scribbling his name in my notebooks, to the nights I waited up for him with cold dinners and colder silences. He was my first everything-my husband, the father of my children, the quiet love of my life. I built our world with devotion, patience, and hope. But love isn't always enough, especially when you're competing with someone who seems to get the version of him you used to dream of. I told myself he'd remember me. That one day he'd see me again. But the truth is, he already looked away-months ago. And I let it happen. Until my children saw it too. Until I couldn't unsee it.

She was his forever, until he let her shatter. Seren gave Rhett Hale everything - her loyalty, her heart, and the quiet strength that held them together. But in a world built on whispers and manipulation, even love can cut deeper than betrayal. Cass - his best friend - wanted Seren gone. And Rhett? He let her. Gaslighted. Humiliated. Stolen. Abducted. Silenced. Erased. But when she returned, she wasn't the woman who once begged for his love. She was vengeance wrapped in scars. The storm that remembered everything. Now Rhett will learn what it means to lose everything And just how impossible it is to reclaim a woman who rebuilt herself from ruin. He Changed My Story is a raw, heart-wrenching saga of emotional betrayal, twisted loyalties, and one woman's ferocious rise from the ruins of a life she never chose to burn. 💔 Would you stand by and watch her break? ⚡ Or would you burn the world to bring her home? (A dark, emotionally charged romance about love, betrayal, and the unbreakable strength of a woman who refused to stay broken.) 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂 🎖️ Highest Rankings: #1 in angst #1 in healing #1 in angstwithhappyending #1 in cheating #1 in betrayal #1 in grovel #1 in redemption #1 in betray #1 in sorrow #1 in owoman #1 in otherwoman #2 in sad #12 in heartbreak #12 in struggle #20 in emotional #40 in revenge

I gave him my body. My trust. My heart. He gave them a show. For five years, Yug was mine - my first love, my only heartbreak, my stupid forever. I trusted him with everything, even the night he asked to record us. "Just for me," he'd said. "Safe with me." And I believed him. Until I heard his teammates talking. Until I heard the words they used for me. Slut. Perfect tits. That tight little pussy. Pornstar moans. They watched me. They laughed at me. Now, the man who once worshipped me is on his knees, begging for a second chance. But how do you forgive someone who broke you in places even you can't reach anymore? This isn't just a story about love. It's about the ashes that remain after trust burns away.

Ari How much should you endure before you say enough is enough? When the man you love doesn't choose you, you have to choose yourself. I finally did. Even if it broke my heart. Derek You know what makes you feel like the shittiest boyfriend ever? Looking back and realising that you should've drawn a line a thousand steps ago. Now you have to find a way to mend the heart you broke.

Anneliese and Mason seem to have it all. Engaged and in love, they are living the dream, until suspicion begins to nag at Anna and pull on the threads of her happy life. What is Mason's secret and will it tear them apart? Insecurities, doubt and a growing awareness of her feelings lead Anna to question it all.