Clara Whitfield

Boyfriend's betrayal, best friend's interference, and a one-night stand with the boss.
"Hello? Is this Adeline? You and your boyfriend are suspected of distributing illegal obscene videos. You need to come to the police station."
When Adeline saw the sex video of her boyfriend and best friend at the police station, she felt her world collapse.
But that very night, she met the man who would change her life forever.
When Ronald Williams looked at her and said: "Would you like to become Mrs. Williams?"
Adeline was already addicted to this relationship.
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The city collapsed into chaos. People scattered in panic. I held my dying daughter in the hospital, sobbing.
Meanwhile, my husband fled abroad with his mistress, completely ignoring us.
Watching my daughter suffer, I finally remembered—I wasn't just a housewife. I was a scientist. The daughter of a Nobel Prize winner.
Returning to the laboratory, I eventually stood on the award podium that everyone looked up to.
However, when I pushed the divorce papers into Arthur's hands, both he and the children fell apart.
I pulled away from their grasping fingers. Arthur suddenly lost control, his bloodshot eyes staring up at me as he fell to his knees, hoarsely begging: "Irene... don't abandon me..."
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Because of something I said, my boyfriend went to prison for three years.

Now, clinging to his scorching body, I whisper, "Have you forgiven me?"
He doesn't answer. He just thrusts into me, hard and deep.
I thought he still hated me to the bone. But when we met again, he was kneeling at my tombstone, choking out the words...

In the office, my husband's penis was still inside my body one second, and the next, my sister walked in holding a pregnancy test report, saying she was pregnant with his child...
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Falling in love with my arranged marriage husband is my sorrow.
Cedric York has countless lovers. Beautiful secretaries, bar girls, coffee shop owners... all could become his romantic interests.
I thought I had grown accustomed to handling these affairs for him.
But when I saw him entering a hotel with his first love, I finally understood that this endless cycle would only bring me pain.
I filed for divorce, and Cedric looked at me, puzzled: "You are my most reliable ally. Haven't I given you the respect you deserve as my wife?"
I broke down in tears: "That's exactly why I want to divorce you."
Because I love him, and he doesn't even know it.