my handsome husband

I get undressed and hide in my husband's dorm at work to surprise him. Yet it backfires on me—instead of my husband coming, his three colleagues are the ones who show up. They're thoroughly aroused by my lingerie and have their way with the cooking lady on the kitchen counter. It's such a raunchy scene that desire burns within me. I pleasure myself while watching them but accidentally moan out loud. The men turn to look at the closet where I'm hiding…

When I'm eight months pregnant, my husband, Levi West, becomes a donor to help his ex-girlfriend get pregnant. He even brings her and their illegitimate child home, wanting me to serve them. I refuse, and he calls me inhumane. "Audie's lost her husband—what's so bad about her wanting to have a child? You're a woman, too! How can you be so cruel?" I leave the house in anger, but Levi doesn't care. "Where can a country girl like you go when you're so heavily pregnant? You're going to come back and beg me to take you in again!" I head to the hospital to get an abortion. Then, I return to the countryside and rear pigs with my grandmother. Later, when Levi sees my flat belly and asks to see our child, I throw a handful of ashes in his face. "There you go. It's all there."

Emily Carter has finally broken free from the suffocating grasp of her billionaire ex-husband, Daniel Blackwood. Rebuilding her life from the ground up, Emily now runs a thriving tech startup in New York City, determined to succeed on her own terms. But as she starts to enjoy her newfound independence, Daniel's shadow looms large. Despite his charm and charisma, Daniel is a master manipulator, and he’s not ready to let Emily go. When his empire begins to crumble, he reemerges with a dangerous plan to reclaim his lost power—and Emily's heart. As Daniel's schemes grow more sinister, Emily finds herself caught in a web of deceit, betrayal, and dangerous power plays. With the support of her loyal best friend, Sam Brooks, and a rival entrepreneur who might just be more than he seems, Emily faces off against the man who once had everything under control. As secrets unravel and hidden agendas come to light, Emily must navigate a world where every ally could be a foe and every choice could lead to disaster. In a high-stakes battle of wits and will, Emily must decide whether to cut the cord entirely or find a way to reclaim her freedom and her future.

Ayesha Santos ( 24 years of age ) was 3 years married to Max Dela Fuerte ( 31 years of age ). Si Max ay isa sa tanyag at mahusay na negosyante sa bansa. One of the youngest billionare. Si Ayesha ay isang mahusay na accountant sa kompanya ng kanyang asawa. Tatlong taon na silang kasal ni Max at sa tatlong taon na iyon ay hindi pa din sila biniyayaan ng anak. Nahihirapan kasi si Ayesha na magbuntis lalo na at may pcos siya. Ngunit, nagulat si Ayesha isang umaga dahil ang bumungad sa kanya ay isang divorced paper. Naka buntis pala ito ng ibang babae. Paano kaya ito nagyari? Ang hindi alam ni Max ay buntis din si Ayesha. Abangan.......

Isang aksidente ang nagpabago ng lahat. Nawalan ng dalawang buhay. At hindi ito hahayaang mangyari muli ni Ricardo Ford Buenavista, isang makapangyarihan at intelihenteng bilyonaryo. Kung ang aksidente sa kanilang mga pamilya ay bunga ng paghihiganti, ang tanging hiling ng kanyang mga kamay ay ang paghihiganti rin. Ngunit, paano niya ito magagawa kung siya ay nakatali sa isang babae, si Victorina Khae Robles? Magiging hadlang ba ito sa kanyang misyon? Sa gitna ng pag-aalsa ng damdamin at galit, pipiliin ba niyang sumunod sa landas ng katarungan, o matutunton niya ang landas ng pag-ibig at kapatawaran?

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

It was as if Amery dela Cerna's world stopped when her husband, Brandon, served her divorce papers. It hurt her to realize that despite being a loving and devoted wife, it wasn’t enough for her husband to learn to love her. Carrying what remained of her dignity, she left their home after signing the papers that would end their relationship. As she begins a new chapter in her life, she decides to reclaim her identity as Avrielle Madrigal, the youngest heir of the Madrigal clan—one of the wealthiest families in the country. Everything seemed to be going well, but fate seemed to be playing tricks on her… The husband who once pushed her away is now desperately chasing after her. What will Avrielle do? Will she push Brandon away, or will she follow her heart’s desire and let herself be pursued?

Olivia made all the wrong choices. She chased the wrong love, trusted the wrong people, and lost everything—including the one person who had always been there. Now, she’s been given a second chance. But can she fix what she broke? Can she love the husband she once resented? And more importantly…will he ever let her? Sebastian once begged her to stay. Now, he won’t even look at her. The wounds she left behind run too deep. The love she never wanted is slipping through her fingers. But Olivia isn’t giving up. She’s willing to fight for him. Because this time, losing him is not an option. But what happens when history threatens to repeat itself? When old enemies resurface, and the price of redemption may be more than she can pay?

My mother-in-law brings a woman from the countryside. She looks like she's up to no good when she asks my husband and I to care for the woman. My husband is a mama's boy through and through. His gaze darts around, and he doesn't object to his mother's words. Is it a trend nowadays for people to serve mistresses on a silver platter? It looks like I'll have to do my best in "caring" for them, then…

In the fifth month of my pregnancy, my husband brought back his first love, who was eight months pregnant and causing a stir about getting a divorce. I politely told him that pregnant women would influence each other, which wasn’t good for the child. Alex, however, smashed a water glass and said in disgust, "Sarah is depressed because of the divorce, and the only one she can rely on is me! Do you want her to die?" I felt nauseous and vomited, unable to sleep through the night, and my health worsened with each passing day. To make her happy, he filled the house with lilies. But he had forgotten that I was allergic to lilies and locked me in the room, saying, "Let’s see if you can get an allergic reaction if you can’t smell the lilies." I bled continuously, desperately calling him for help for both myself and the child, but he simply said that I was still early in the pregnancy and there wouldn’t be any problems. When the fetal movements stopped, I had completely given up. It was at that moment that he frantically pushed open the door.