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Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

On their fourth wedding anniversary, Chloe Reed brought up divorce. The man's face darkened, his sharp phoenix eyes glinting, "Just because I was with my sister-in-law while she was in labor, and not with you?" Chloe Reed: "Yes." The day after his elder brother died, Walker Grant went to Unistara to accompany his widowed sister-in-law. For four years, he traveled back and forth between the country and Unistara. Countless times when she needed him, he was with his sister-in-law and that child. Three days ago, his sister-in-law returned to the country. They both fell into the water at the same time, and his first instinct was to save his sister-in-law. She was wrongly accused of hurting her nephew and forced to kneel on a cobblestone path, yet he completely ignored it. She had loved him for eight years and never once doubted his true feelings. But now, for the first time, Chloe Reed began to doubt her own love. "Alright," the man tore up the divorce papers, "I did it all for my brother's child. I just won't be with her anymore." Chloe Reed: "You tear one up, I'll draw up another, until you sign it." The coldness in the man's eyes was replaced by astonishment. With the speed of a cheetah, he grabbed her hand: "From falling in love to getting married, you've been with me for eight years." "Can you bear to leave?" Chloe Reed calmly pulled her hand away: "There's nothing that can't be let go." # Walker Grant would rather believe the Earth was flat than believe Chloe Reed would actually divorce him. They had been together for eight years. To marry him, Chloe Reed had once knelt alone in the rain outside the Grant family's gate, and even gave up the opportunity to study abroad. After sacrificing so much, how could she possibly bear to leave him? But when the divorce certificate was actually handed to him, Walker Grant was stunned. In the countless days that followed, Walker Grant cast aside all his pride, half-kneeling before the woman's door, his face full of pleading: "I'm begging you, open the door and let me in."

Like Water · Urban
557 Chs

My Wife is a Psychic

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times. Jiang Xi: That's ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking. If she claimed that someone's house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family. They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum. She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before. She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself. Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.When her mother clumsily ruined the family's crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops... only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi's father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die. Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi's father doubted her words. But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs' house.Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!

Wuxia · General
370 Chs

Your First Love is Pregnant? I'm Done Being Mrs. Hawthorne!

Nina Wainwright always thought that as long as she was obedient enough, Zachary Hawthorne would eventually fall for her. In their three years of marriage, Nina Wainwright was indeed unbelievably obedient. Without a wedding, she moved into the Hawthorne family home by herself with her luggage. Unwilling to be exposed, she remained anonymous, being the woman behind him. He didn't want children, so she took one birth control pill after another, nearly losing her ability to ever have a baby. She treated his words as gospel, gave up everything for him, and dedicated herself wholeheartedly to being his Mrs. Hawthorne. Unexpectedly, what she got in return was him leaving her time and again for his "white moonlight," with scandals of them appearing together everywhere. That night, a family member of hers was critically ill and in desperate need of life-saving money, yet he would rather spend tens of millions on his "white moonlight's" birthday than offer her a helping hand. It turned out that love cannot be forced, and a person's heart cannot be warmed just by trying. The light in Nina Wainwright's eyes finally went out. With a divorce agreement in hand, she clutched her family member's ashes and faded away from Zachary Hawthorne's world. But he, like a man gone mad, trapped her in his arms: "Nina Wainwright, without me, who do you think you can marry? In this life, you can only be Mrs. Hawthorne!"

Xi Xiao Ran · Urban
150 Chs

Locked in Marriage: The Wife He Wronged Is Pregnant Again

In the year Damian Fairchild was at his poorest, Seraphina Quinn proposed a divorce and kicked him out the door. On the day of their divorce, news broke that he had died in a plane crash. Five years later, when Seraphina Quinn's family had fallen from grace and she was at her wits' end, the supposedly dead Damian Fairchild returned to the country with great fanfare. At that time, he was the all-powerful young master of a financial conglomerate, with a suitable woman already by his side. At that time, she was so destitute she couldn't even afford her son's medicine. On the day of his return, he pinned her down before the large bed, “Miss Quinn, I'm not dead. Are you very disappointed?” Her eyes reddened, her voice choked with sobs, “No… I've always missed you. I'm so happy you're not dead…” The man leaned down to kiss her lips, coaxing her in a low voice, “How happy? Prove it to me.” She hugged him back, offering her own kiss. After a night of passion, he threw a contract in her face, “My fiancée has liver failure and needs a caregiver. You're a perfect fit.” Her tears rolled out of her eyes: “Mr. Fairchild, one night as a married couple is worth a hundred days of kindness. I am your ex-wife, you can't treat me like this.” The man's face was devoid of expression: “Miss Quinn, with you, it's all lust and no love. Don't be unappreciative!” Months later, driven into a corner by him, she begged bitterly: “Mr. Fairchild, I admit I wronged you back then, but I'm pregnant now. Can you please give me a way out?” The man gently caressed her cheek and pronounced her sentence heartlessly: “The Fairchild Family will not acknowledge an illegitimate child. Get rid of it.” Later, when the truth was revealed, she fled with her son, and he went mad, launching a global manhunt for her. Finally, one day, he cornered her at her wedding, roaring in anger: “You can't get married, I am the child's biological father!” Seraphina Quinn narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly, “I'm sorry, who are you?”

Long Live The Young Master · Urban
114 Chs