
The Divorce That Flips the Script9.1Ayoko: Georgia WellsAfter three years of marriage, Wennie Brown finds herself unable to capture the heart of Flynn Duncan. When his first love resurfaces, all Wennie receives is a divorce paper. Desperate to salvage their relationship, she poses a heartfelt question, "If we had a child together, would you still choose to end our marriage?" Determined to make a final stand, Wennie seeks one last fight for their love.But her efforts are met with a cold and resolute response, "Yes." Overwhelmed by disappointment, Wennie closes her eyes and makes the difficult decision to let go.In the days that follow, as despair engulfs her, Wennie lies on a hospital bed and signs the divorce agreement. In a moment of bitter resolve, she whispers, "Flynn Duncan, we are even now..."However, Flynn, known for his unwavering determination, leans in close and pleads softly, "Wennie, please reconsider the divorce. Stay with me, please."In that moment, the fragile threads of their love hang in the balance, as Wennie is torn between her shattered dreams and the glimmer of hope that lingers. Basahin na
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love7.3"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..."
In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm.
Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers.
Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?"
The city explodes with gossip.
Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power—
what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago.
His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat,
to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry.
Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms.
Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan,
down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test.
Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?"
Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears,
then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger.
"Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..."
"Say what?"
He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet." Basahin na