His Regret Began When She Let Go

" I want to know," Marissa said, placing a hand on her belly, "If you'll still be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could!" Rachel's blood ran cold. Of course! She was right. *** For three years, Rachel has lived as the perfect wife of Bryce Voss. Gentle, composed and endlessly loyal, she believed love could soften any cruelty, until the day her husband walked into their matrimonial doors with another woman at his side, claiming she carried his child. Declared infertile and a cancer victim after countless hospital visits, Rachel endures shame and cold shoulders from the family she once adored. When Bryce demands a divorce, she asks for one last thing- fourteen days. Fourteen days to remain his wife before fate decides what she'll become... but surprisingly he's indifferent.

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Rachel's chest rose and fell, fury and heartbreak boiling together. "Why would you do that?" Her voice was shaky.

"Because," Marissa said calmly, "Bryce doesn't need your food. He needs me, the mother of his child." She rubbed her stomach, lip twisting. "You should get used to it."

Rachel took a step forward, "You have no right to destroy what I create in my own home."

Marissa scoffed, "Your home? Sweetheart, that title is slipping away. You heard Evangeline yesterday, you are stopping the progress of this family."

Rachel clenched her jaw so hard it hurt. "You can insult me, Marissa. But you don't get to ruin everything I do. What is your problem?"

Marissa laughed. "My problem? My problem is you." She snapped. "Why do you think Bryce stayed with me last night? Why do you think he kissed my stomach before he left this morning? Because he loves me...but you- you're a hindrance!"

Marissa tilted her head, voice soft but lethal. "Just get over this annoying love story. Bryce would not look at you... not anymore."

The kitchen door opened again, this time Bryce stood there. Rachel turned instantly, hope flickering but Bryce didn't even look at her first. He looked at Marissa.

Marissa walked towards him swiftly, her expression changing to a fragile innocence. "Bryce..." she whispered. "I'm sorry, Rachel got upset and-"

Rachel's eyes widened. "Bryce, she destroyed the food!"

Marissa gasped, clutching her belly with a wobble. "I just tried to help. I touched the plate and it fell. I didn't think she would yell at me."

Bryce stepped towards Marissa instinctively, supporting her arm. "Careful. You shouldn't strain yourself."

Marissa leaned into him, "I think the stress isn't good for the baby."

Bryce finally looked at Rachel, "Rachel...please. Don't shout in front of her, she's pregnant."

Those words burned like acid. "I wasn't shouting," she said, voice trembling. "She smashed the plate on purpose. As far as I know, pregnancy allergies do not reach the extent of destroying food."

Marissa sniffed. "I did not mean any harm. Bryce, you don't have to stay here; we can eat out, I suddenly don't feel comfortable in this kitchen. Let's go, baby."

Bryce hesitated...only for a second, then he nodded and led Marissa out. Rachel stood alone in the kitchen, staring at the meal she made, unwanted and wasted.

When she married Bryce, he was head over heels for her meals, but now... Rachel closed her eyes as a quiet wave of pain tightened her chest.

"Never thought a liability would be here," Evangeline stepped inside the kitchen. "Pained that my son chose an asset over her."

Rachel forced a small smile, "Good morning, mother."

Evangeline glanced around the room as if inspecting it for dust. "Marissa is feeling nauseous this morning. Bryce wants ginger tea brought to their room."

Rachel forced a small nod, "I can prepare it."

Evangeline raised a brow. "No. I've instructed the staff. Marissa prefers things done in a certain way for the baby's sake. Stay out of sight."

Rachel's hands clenched. "Of course," she said quietly and Evangeline left without another word.

Rachel's phone buzzed. She searched for it in her apron, when she found it she swiped the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Rachel!" Elara said from the other end, "Happy birthday! Guess what, I ordered an exclusive VIP booth for the both of us in Russell restaurant."

Rachel's eyes widened. Today was her birthday? She checked the date on the calendar that hung on the kitchen wall. July 17th...it was really her birthday. And she didn't remember...no one remembered, apart from Elara.

"Rachel?" Elara asked curiously.

"I'm here. Thank you so much Elara. I'm so grateful. Should I stop by your place?" Rachel asked as tears clouded her eyes.

"Yes. No need to put on some expensive or flashy clothes. I bought clothes and I'm sure they will suit you."

Rachel nodded. "Sure. Once more, thank you so much."

Elara hung up.

A few minutes later, Rachel was dressed in a casual outfit and adorned herself with some jewelries that fitted perfectly. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, she had lost a lot of weight and had become lean.

"Where are you going?" A voice said from the hallway. Rachel turned. It was Bryce, he was dressed in a tuxedo suit that fitted perfectly, his hair sleek and pulled back. He was still adjusting his tie.

Rachel smiled, "I think that question is meant for Marissa." She replied calmly and turned to keep going.

Bryce stopped on his track. "You are still my wife," Rachel paused. "I deserve to know your whereabouts."

Rachel's fist clenched at her sides, "My whereabouts would be the most insignificant thing in your life...so don't pretend like you care."

Bryce walked towards her, "if it was going to be an insignificant thing, I wouldn't bother asking."

Rachel turned back to him, "I'm going to a friend's place. What do you gain from my where-"

He cut her off, "I'll drop you."

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Betrayed by the man she loved and her own family, a young woman is left for dead on what should have been her wedding day. Miraculously surviving the attempt on her life, she returns with a new identity and a cold heart. Now, she enters a high-stakes world of wealth and power to dismantle the lives of those who destroyed hers. As she executes her calculated revenge, she finds an unexpected ally in a powerful billionaire who has his own secrets.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

From Prison To My Billionaire's Embrace

9.6

On the anniversary of my mother's death, I found my husband in our bed with my best friend. The betrayal shattered me, just as a similar affair had driven my mother to suicide years before. Consumed by a blinding rage, I exposed their secrets to the world and destroyed her career. My vengeance was swift and brutal, but it was I who ended up behind bars for a year and a half. They watched as I was dragged away, their faces a mask of disgust. They built a life on the ruins of mine, while I was left with nothing but the four walls of a prison cell. But in that desolate place, my anger finally burned out, replaced by a quiet resolve to rebuild. Five years later, I walked out a new woman. I had found peace, a new family, and a love I never thought possible. I thought the past was buried, until I ran into him again. He looked at my simple dress with pity, offering me money and a ride home, completely unaware that the man waiting for me there could buy and sell him a thousand times over.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

He's The Last To Know Her Power

7.6

"I want a divorce." I was eight months pregnant. He didn't know. For three years, I fixed every SEC filing he signed. Caught every error. Kept his billion-dollar firm clean. He never once asked what I did all day. When he said those three words over dinner, I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I just smiled and said, "Okay." Then I went upstairs, unlocked my study—the room he never entered—and pulled out a lease for a Brooklyn apartment. Incorporation papers for my own firm. And a folder full of evidence that could send his company up in flames. He thought he was divorcing a wife. He was actually firing the only person keeping him out of federal prison. Now his partners want to sue me. His mother is panicking. And he's been sitting in a hospital waiting room for seven hours—just for a chance to hold our daughter. He spent three years not seeing me. Now? He can't look away. My name is Nora Kidd. And I'm just getting started.

Modern Romance

7.4

His Plaything Became the Heiress He Can't Touch

7.4

For three years, Carol Bright was Edward Dawson's secretary and stepsister by day, and his secret lover by night. To him, she was just a game-disposable, forgettable, never meant to be loved. When Edward announces his engagement to someone else, he expects drama. Instead, Carol disappears from his life without a word. Now, she's no longer his. She's the heiress of the powerful Bright family-admired, untouchable, and far beyond his reach. Then he sees her with another man. She slips behind closed doors. The lights go out-and she never returns. That's when Edward realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life. The woman he once thought he owned is now the one he can never have again.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

Teach Me To Sin- Jace and Clara

8.8

One year. One deal. One irreversible mistake. I agreed to be his bride so he could claim his grandfather's legacy. Jace Sterling Hayes is a movie star, filthy rich, and absolutely forbidden. Our marriage was supposed to be strictly business. But the way he looks at me? The way he touches me? Nothing about this feels fake. Now enemies old and new want to destroy us. His scheming agent blackmails me. My sister lies bleeding in a hospital because of my connection to him. And the world watches, waiting for me to fail. I have one problem I never planned for. I'm hopelessly, desperately in love with my fake husband. Teach me to sin. Teach me to trust. Teach me that forever is possible.

Modern Romance

7.9

The Blood Bag's Billion-Dollar Revenge

7.9

I was in the kitchen of the Vance mansion, slicing black truffles worth more than my car while my mother-in-law, Victoria, mocked my "backwoods" origins. My back throbbed from standing for six hours, and my head spun from the chronic anemia I’d developed since marrying into this family. Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a call from my husband, Julian. He didn't ask if I was okay or if I’d eaten; he simply ordered me to get to the hospital because his "fragile" friend Caroline needed another emergency blood transfusion. "Her hemoglobin is low, Seraphina. Get to St. Luke's now." I looked down at my left arm, which was a roadmap of bruises and needle marks hidden beneath my sweater. When I tried to tell him that the medical guidelines forbade donating again so soon, Julian’s voice turned dangerous. "I don't care about guidelines. She’s in crisis, and your anemia is manageable. Are you really going to be this selfish after the life we gave you?" Seconds later, a photo arrived from an unknown number. It showed Julian sitting on Caroline’s hospital bed, tenderly feeding her apples. The text underneath was a visceral slap in the face: "He wouldn't even eat dinner with you, but he's feeding me. Thanks for the refill, blood bag." At that moment, something inside me finally snapped. I realized that to the Vances, I wasn't a wife or even a human being—I was a biological spare part, a servant they kept around only to be drained dry for a woman who was faking her illness. I untied my apron, dropped it into the trash, and walked past a screaming Victoria toward the front door. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number I had been forbidden to contact since my wedding day. "Mr. Henderson, it's Seraphina Sterling. Prepare the divorce papers. And if they contest it... burn their entire empire to the ground."

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