Clara Whitfield

Adeline's world collapsed in a single day: her boyfriend caught cheating, her best friend the accomplice, and a reckless, regrettable night with her powerful boss.

Hitting rock bottom wasn't enough—then came the police call.​​

"Adeline? You and your boyfriend are suspects in distributing illicit videos. Get down here."

At the station, her horror peaked: the video evidence wasn't what they implied, but a graphic betrayal—her boyfriend and her best friend. Shattered didn't cover it.

But fate intervened that very night.Drowning her sorrows, she locked eyes with Ronald Williams. He saw her pain, and before the night was over, he offered a lifeline wrapped in audacity: "How about becoming Mrs. Williams?"​​

The question wasn't a proposal; it was a revelation.In that instant, amidst the wreckage of her life, Adeline felt the terrifying, electrifying pull.

She wasn't just tempted—she was already addicted.

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For Six Years of Marriage, I Sacrificed Everything for My Family

But my husband Arthur Smith spent his days taking care of another woman, while my children wished she could be their mother.

I became the most unwelcome person in this family.

As my fingers brushed away the dust on my mother's Nobel Prize trophy, a resolution gradually became clear: from now on, I would live for myself!

Husband? No more. Children? None of that either.

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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Six Years Ago, I Sent My Love Edward Thomas to Prison for My Father's Sake

Six years later, he's emerged as a brilliant business star—noble and dazzling.

Meanwhile, I've faced bankruptcy, motherhood, and family rejection. I'm no longer the beautiful, elegant heiress I once was.

When we meet again, he coldly stares at the spilled wine on the floor and commands: "Get on your knees. Lick it clean."

Humiliation from someone you love hurts worse than a thousand cuts.

I dare not harbor any more fantasies about him—I only wish to never see him again.

Years later, the typically composed Edward, holding our daughter's hand, pulls me into his embrace, trembling with emotion as he pleads: "Don't leave me."

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After Three Years of Trying, I Finally Got Pregnant—Only for My Husband Arthur Williams to Have a Child with My Sister

She wore my nightgown, slept in my bed, and took everything from me.

When I asked for a divorce, he refused. Returning to work proved nearly impossible.

He had planned it all along—using our marriage as a prison, clipping my wings to keep me by his side.

Possessive and obsessive, he whispered in my ear: "Chloe, no one in this world loves you more than I do. Don't even think about leaving!"

What he didn't know was that I was already carrying his child.

In the operating room, when he—believing rumors—personally fed me abortion pills, eighteen years of love died right there. My heart turned to stone, and I left without looking back.

Later, at rising investment tycoon Howard Miller's engagement party...

I appeared in an exquisite gown, radiantly beautiful, while my fiancé Howard reverently yet restrainedly kissed the back of my hand.

The typically dignified Arthur lost all composure, his eyes reddening with fury...

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