Todos los capítulos de Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Last night at ten o'clock, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, I got a call from an unknown number in our city.The voice on the line, clear and pleasant, asked, "Are you Jen Middleton?"I didn't hesitate and said, "Yes, that's me. Who's this?"Instead of answering, the woman laughed and said, "Your husband is so wild in bed"I was completely confused and was about to ask who she was and how she knew anything about my husband, but the call was abruptly cut off, leaving a dial tone.At first, I thought it was just a prank and didn't think much of it.But as soon as I hung up the phone, a troubling thought crossed my mind: if it was just a prank, how did the caller know my name so accurately?Lost in my thoughts, I received a video through text from the same unknown number, followed by a message."Don't believe it? Take a close look at the true colors of your husband, Max Jennings."Even the mention of my husband’s name ‘Max Jennings' was alarmingly accurate.A few seconds

Max, who was two years ahead of me in college, caught my eye during freshman orientation and it was love at first sight.Clad in a white shirt and black casual pants, Max stood tall at six feet, boasting a lean and beautiful physique reminiscent of a masterpiece crafted by skilled sculptors. Emerging from beneath the lush camphor trees along the campus path, he waved and smiled, with the bright sunlight casting a dappled glow upon him, his eyes sparkling.It was impossible not to be captivated.Once we began dating, I learned that Max was enrolled in the Business School, while I pursued studies in the School of Foreign Languages. On the day we met, he mistook me for a Business School freshman and kindly carried my luggage all the way to my dorm.It was only upon reaching the entrance to my dorm building that he realized I belonged to a different department. However, driven by his love at first sight, he boldly continued with his mistake.He confessed to me that from the moment he

At that moment, I instinctively held my breath and squeezed my legs together, but the amniotic fluid kept flowing uncontrollably. It was leaking from my nightgown and my mother-in-law didn't seem concerned. Instead, she grumbled, "What's there to cry for when you're in labor? Don't you know crying brings bad luck?"I felt abandoned by both my mother-in-law and likely Max, who was probably cosying up with his mistress in some hotel. I took a deep breath to calm myself and carefully moved to the head of the bed. I elevated my legs as much as possible to slow down the flow of fluid. Then, I reached for my phone on the bedside table with the intention to call 911 for an ambulance.But before I could dial, my mother-in-law snatched the phone away and ended the call. She pocketed the phone, glaring fiercely at me. "You think calling 911 is free, you wasteful woman?"During my pregnancy, I often came across news stories about women whose water broke but didn't go to the hospital in time, l

Max brought me to see the baby at the hospital. The baby's body was being kept there temporarily. It was wrapped in a white cloth and placed in a cold compartment, appearing curled up like a small kitten.Max explained that our daughter had congenital defects affecting her limbs and heart. Additionally, her amniotic fluid had dried up before the cesarean delivery, resulting in her being stillborn.As I gazed at the tiny, cold bundle, tears streamed down my face. It felt as though the whole world was collapsing around me. How could fate be so cruel?In the end, I fainted in Max's arms. The emotional turmoil caused my wound to tear severely. Over the next two weeks, I rarely left my bed. I fainted multiple times from crying and was afraid to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the deformed body of our baby.I didn't utter a word to Max, isolating myself in a small, solitary world. I felt like a lifeless shell.Within those two weeks, I lost over forty pounds.On

After years of a loving relationship, Max and I rarely argued, and violence was completely out of the question. The idea of him cheating on me was unfathomable, just as I couldn't accept the notion that he would lay a hand on me.I stared at him in utter disbelief. "Seriously, Max? You've resorted to hitting your own wife?"Max's expression remained cold, with just a faint trace of remorse. "She's my mother, she's an elder. And you actually hit her? Are you completely innocent in all of this?"My mother-in-law sat on the ground, applauding approvingly. "Well done, Max! Mom knew she didn't raise you in vain! Max, finish off this little tramp! She must have contracted some filthy disease from fooling around with men outside, and now she's given birth to some kind of monster!"Hearing my mother-in-law's malicious words about my innocent child, rage surged through me. I lunged towards her, ready to strike. "My child is not a monster! Shut your mouth! You—"But before I could grab hold