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—SAMANTHA— I clenched my fists under the blanket, my nails digging into my palm.This man…This man had crushed me, humiliated me, beaten me. And yet, he still dared to act like I wanted his attention. Like I wanted him.I took a slow breath, forcing my voice to stay calm."Go to bed, Zeke. You're drunk."His smile widened. "And what if I don't want to?"I lifted my head, meeting his gaze directly. "Then find somewhere else to sleep. You’ve never needed this room before. Why now?"His expression darkened. He hated when I challenged him.But I was done playing the obedient wife.Zeke smirked —a slow taunting smirk that sent a shiver down my spine."Quit playing games, Samantha," he muttered, his voice low and filled with warning.What did he mean? My stomach clenched as he took a slow step forward. I instinctively inched back, but my body stiffened when I realized I had nowhere to go.His eyes flashed with something dark, something dangerous as he stormed forward, reaching for the ki
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—SAMANTHA—The next morning, as always, I woke at 4 a.m dot. This routine had become second nature to me, something that had been drilled into me ever since I married into the Frost family. I quietly got out of bed, careful not to make any noise. Not that Zeke was here to hear it—he never spent the night in our room anyway. I checked my reflection in the mirror. My eye throbbed, a painful reminder of Zeke’s cruelty. The bruise around my eye had faded faintly, but traces of it still remained, the skin darkened with an ugly purple hue.I turned away, I had no time to dwell on it.Slipping out of bedroom, the mansion was still dark, and silent, except for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. I made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the entire household. Traditionally, it was a task meant for the servants to handle, but my dear mother-in-law, Georgia, had made it clear that I was responsible for feeding them. "You're not here to enjoy luxury girl," she
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—SAMANTHA— Everyone knew who she was talking about. Me. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. Ophelia gasped softly, turning to Georgia. “Mother, please don't say that..." she trailed off, giving me a pitiful look. Liar. She was enjoying this. She was pretending to defend me, trying to seem like the bigger person. I knew her game. Georgia scoffed. “I’m only telling the truth.” Zeke, still holding Ophelia, looked at her with concern. “Have you been eating properly?” Ophelia shook her head, her lips trembling slightly. “No, I…” Georgia’s gaze snapped to me. “What are you standing there for? Go make yourself useful and serve Ophelia!” Humiliation burned through me. My hands curled into fists at my sides. But I had no choice. I had to do this for Amore. With steady movements, I plated some shrimp and placed it in front of Ophelia. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with triumph, but her voice was low, almost humble. “Sorry for the troubl
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—SAMANTHA— By the time I reached the city hospital, the pain was unbearable. Every movement sent a sharp sting through my face and hands, but I pushed forward, ignoring the concerned glances from the public and hospital staff. A nurse guided me to a small examination room, where a doctor, a middle-aged doctor with kind grey eyes, carefully examined my burns. He applied a cool ointment over the affected areas, offering a reassuring smile. “You’re lucky,” he said gently. “The burns aren’t severe. This ointment will help with the healing, and it shouldn’t leave any scars.” I let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Thank you, doctor.” He handed me the ointment. “Just be careful next time.” Careful next time? I bit my inner cheek. There was no “next time.” This wasn’t an accident. Georgia had thrown that tea at me on purpose, and everyone knew it. I left the ward, cradling the ointment in my palm. My mind was a mess, clouded with pain, exhaustion, and the humiliation I had endure
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—SAMANTHA—Maryjane.She was marching toward us, her face twisted in a glare so fierce I thought she might actually lunge at Zeke.I quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Maryjane, stop," I whispered urgently.She halted, her eyes scanning me, and the second she noticed my bruised eye, the bandage on my cheek, and my burned hand—her entire expression shifted. Shock. Rage."What the hell happened to you? You look like a mummy!” She hissed, her fists clenching.I shook my head awkwardly, feeling discomfort, as I grabbed her arms before she could do anything reckless. "Maryjane, please—""Step aside, Samantha!” She growled, her voice low and dangerous. "I’m going to beat the living shit out of him!” "No!” I tightened my grip, my hands trembling as I held her back. "Not here. Not now!” Zeke let out a scoff, folding his arms across his chest. "Look at this. Samantha, you brought your little street dog to fight your battles now?"Maryjane's entire body tensed. "You prick!"
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—SAMANTHA— While Maryjane drove, I scrolled through the comments online, my fingers trembling slightly. The netizens were already deep in discussion, dissecting every detail of the scandal.Some mocked my poor background, while others fawned over Ophelia, praising her success as a designer abroad. A debate had sparked between those supporting the "mistress" and those sympathizing with the "legal wife."@FashionQueen23: "Ugh, why is everyone blaming Ophelia? She’s a successful designer abroad, and this country bumpkin Samantha is just leeching off the Frost name. Zeke deserves better!"@AlphaMale99: "Mistress or legal wife? Who's really the victim here? Honestly, if Zeke loves Ophelia, shouldn’t he be with her?"@SpillTheTea: "Forget the love triangle. The REAL scandal is Mrs. Frost’s past. Didn’t she sleep with a gigolo on her wedding night and get pregnant?!"I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on the phone.@TruthSeeker88: "That’s just a rumor. Zeke claimed the kid as his, so obv
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—SAMANTHA— After spending some time with Grandma, I finally left the Frost Villa. As soon as I walked outside, Maryjane rushed toward me, her face full of anticipation."How did it go?" she asked, searching my face for answers.I let out a tired sigh. "I told you, nothing ever changes in that house." Then, I briefly explained what had happened and how Ophelia stole the spotlight as usual. By the time I finished, my voice drained of energy. Weakly, I said. "Just take me home, Mary."Maryjane hissed, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, those Frosts, especially that witch, Ophelia! I swear, if you just give me the word, I’ll—"I shook my head, cutting her off. And this made her angry, and she resorted to cursing. I let her. I knew this was just her way of venting since I wouldn’t let her do anything reckless.We got into the car, and I leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes to escape reality for a little while.The next thing I felt was someone shaking me gently."Samantha, wake up."B
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—SAMANTHA— The next day, I spent most of my time indoors, sitting by Amore’s bedside, unwilling to leave her side. But I noticed the atmosphere in the mansion has changed. It was chaotic, as the servants scurried around, their hushed whispers filling the corridors. I knew what was happening. They were preparing for Ophelia’s birthday.I wished I could stay with Amore, who had caught a cold and couldn’t go to school. I wanted nothing more than to keep her company, to shield her from the chaos of the mansion. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t avoid the party, especially since the old Mr Frost had ordered for this. This was an opportunity to divert the netizens' attention. The last thing I wanted was to give them more reason to gossip, and even more reason to give them the chance to come near Amore. The hours seemed to drag as I stayed indoors, tending to Amore’s every need. The doctor had visited earlier, diagnosing her with the flu and advising plenty of rest. As worried as I was, h
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—SAMANTHA— After Mia was dragged out of the mansion by the bodyguards, everything felt calm again. The noise and tension were gone, and the manse was quiet. It was like nothing had happened at all.But I was tired. My back ached, and my feet were sore. All I wanted was a warm bath and a soft bed to sleep in. It had been such a long, crazy day.“Hey… how are you feeling?” Dalton came to stand beside me. His voice was low, and when I looked up at him, I saw worry in his eyes. Real worry. For me.His amber eyes were glowing under the warm light, and for a second, I froze. I momentarily forgot how to speak.Snap out of it, Samantha!I quickly looked away and squeezed Amore tighter in my arms. “I ’m-I’m okay,” I shuttered, nodding a little. “I just want to rest, that’s all.”“Alright,” he said, nodding too. I thought he would leave us, but instead, two powerful hands stretched forward toward me. “Let me carry her.”My eyes widened. “No! It’s okay!” I said fast. “I’m good, really.”That w
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Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Dalton's Mansion
—SAMANTHA—The drive felt so long it almost seemed endless. Amore had dozed off in my arms again, her soft breaths brushing against my neck as I kept my eyes on the road ahead. I didn’t know where this driver or the assistant, Mia, was taking us. It But I remained quiet, too exhausted to ask questions. After what felt like forever, maybe twenty minutes or so, we finally arrived at a gigantic golden gate. The security guards, all dressed in black suits, moved forward and carefully checked the car. They were professional. Their faces were stern, not saying a word as they finally turned and signaled for the gate to open. The Bentley smoothly drove in, following a long, clean driveway. When it eventually stopped, I unlocked the door, stepping out, and my breath caught in my throat. In front of me stood a sprawling mansion, the most magnificent building I had ever seen. Everywhere looked like something out of a fairytale. The walls were white and elegant, the lights warm and welcom
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret The Arrogant PA
—SAMANTHA— After the call ended with Dalton, I was lost in pool of thoughts. To be honest, when I saw the unfamiliar number flashing on my screen and then hearing his deep voice reverberating from the other end, my heart skipped. How in the world did he get my number? Then again, he’s Dalton Montclair. A man like him can get whatever he wants, however he wants. That’s the kind of power he holds. But what shocked me the most wasn’t the call -it was what he said. He wanted to help me! Although I refused him right away. I didn’t need anyone’s help. I could handle my own problems, I’ve been doing it my whole life. Before I could a word, Dalton hung up. I sat quietly on the hospital bed beside Amore who was fast asleep, her small hand rested on mine, and I held it gently. The ward was quiet, only the low beep of the monitor in the corner. Feeling restless, I unlocked my phone again without thinking. My fingers moved on their own, and I opened the trending page. But my n
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret I want to protect her
—DALTON— I blinked, stunned. My hand froze around the phone. No? She said no? I opened my mouth but nothing came out. It wasn’t what I expected. Wasn’t what anyone would expect from a country bumpkin like her. Especially not after everything they were putting her through. If it were any other woman, they’d be throwing themselves at a man like me, desperate for my protection. Acting pitiful, shedding fake tears, begging, clinging to me like I was their only lifeline. But her? She wasn't like any like those women. She turned me down. Even now, with the world against her, with her name dragged through the dirt, she still stood on her own. Still had enough pride to say no to me. I’m used to people depending on me, chasing after me, needing me to fix their problems. It’s a part of my life I’ve seen too many times to count. But Samantha was different. For the first time in my life, a woman rejected me! And to be honest, I don’t even know how feel. But in that moment, i
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret She refused Me
—DALTON— I sat in the back seat of my Maybach, leaning rear against the cool leather as my hawk-like eyes stayed fixed on the hospital entrance. People came and went, walking in and out, some with worried faces, others relieved. I wasn’t really looking at them though -my mind was elsewhere. I held my phone to my ear, speaking coldly, handling business like I always did. My assistant, Mia, sat next to me. The sharp, low hum of the engine was the only sound in the car. “Get it done before the end of today, no mistakes!” Once I ended the call, I let out a quiet breath and rested my palm on my thigh, fingers tapping once against the fabric of my trousers. I was momentarily lost in thoughts. After that intense encounter between my family and Samantha, my grandmother pulled me aside and gave me a harsh scolding. She ordered me to approach her more calmly next time, warning me not to upset her. Fuck. At first, I had no intention of letting Samantha off easy -not after
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret A blow they will never recover from!
—SAMANTHA— I swear my heart dropped to my stomach.“Trending?” I repeated slowly, like I didn’t understand the word.“Yes, online, everywhere!” she said, sounding like she was about to lose it. “It’s everywhere, Sam! Your name, Amore, everything! People are talking, you need to check it now!”My heart thudded in my chest.“Just check it!” she cried. “It’s bad, Sam — it’s really bad!”My fingers felt cold as I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear and unlocked it with shaking hands.My notifications were blowing up.Messages, missed calls, social media alerts, it was a mess.I pulled my phone away from my ear, my hands already shaking as I opened the browser and tapped on the first link she sent me.There it was, big, bold letters staring right at me.*COUNTRYSIDE GIRL EXPOSED —ZEKE FROST’S CHARITY CASE TURNS GREEDY, SLEEPS WITH A GIGOLO ON HER WEDDING NIGHT AND GOT PREGNANT!*I felt the world around me spin.My breathing grew tight.No… no, no, no…I scrolled down, my eyes wide, m
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—SAMANTHA—I turned around, and my eyes flew to the bed with shock. My heart jumped so fast in my chest. “Bunny?!” my voice was low, like I wasn’t sure if this was real.But there she was.Amore.My little girl.Her small hand moved a little on the bed, her eyes barely open, but she was awake! Tears rushed to my eyes as I hurried to her side. I grabbed her small hand and held it so tight to my chest, like I was scared she might slip away if I let go.“Oh my baby… my Bunny…” I choked, raining kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her hand. “Mummy’s here. I’m here, baby.”I didn’t even know I was crying until her little fingers reached up and touched my wet face.“Mum… Mummy… don’t cry,” she whispered sadly in that small, soft voice of hers. God. It broke my heart.I let out a small, shaky laugh, my tears still falling but now because I was so happy. “I’m sorry, baby,” I sniffed, wiping my face with my sleeve. “Mummy’s just so, so happy you woke up.”When I looked up, I saw Dalton stand
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Why did you ran after that night?
—SAMANTHA—I parted my lips to speak, but before a single word could leave, Dalton suddenly moved. Slow, controlled steps in my direction, each one closing the distance between us.His eyes were locked on mine, sharp and dark, like a predator watching its prey. Every instinct inside me screamed. Run. Now. My heart hammered so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. I staggered back without thinking, my palms sweaty, my legs weak.“W-What are you doing?” I asked him, trying to sound strong. But my voice shook. God, I hated that it shook. “Don’t come any closer!” I panicked. But he didn’t stop. Of course, he didn’t. Dalton was built like a storm you couldn’t escape from, and every step he took made my skin cower. My heart jumped into my mouth when my back finally hit the cold wall behind me.No. No. No.I tried to move sideways, but it was too late. His hand came up, pressing against the wall right next to my head, trapping me in place. His body so close I could feel his h
