I Chose the Slow Money, Now He’s Gone

Five years of love—gone the moment my fiancée tasted money. Her family’s run-down trailer became a golden ticket, and suddenly I was just another bidder for her heart. When she demanded $150,000 or five condos to marry her, I realized: I was nothing but a price tag, and the girl I loved was already gone.

Some endings are silent, but the ache never is. I thought Eli and I were forever—until a single betrayal tore us apart, leaving me clutching memories and a cheap county fair kite. Years later, I’m called back to his side as his emergency contact, thrown into a whirlwind of old wounds and unfinished business. He’s surrounded by new admirers, but the past still claws at both of us. I want closure, maybe even forgiveness, but Eli only offers distance. My friends say I’m a fool for loving him, but they never saw the sacrifices he made, the debts unpaid. Now, as I watch him slip away for the last time, I’m haunted by one question: Was I the one holding him back—or was he always running from something he could never name? If love is letting go, why does it hurt so much to set him free?

A car ride was all it took to shatter twenty years of sacrifice. When I, a devoted single mother, dared to sit beside my son, his girlfriend unleashed accusations that turned my world upside down—and my own child sided with her. I’d saved, planned, and dreamed for his future, only to be cast out and humiliated. As family lines blur and loyalty is tested, I’m forced to make a choice: cling to the son who betrayed me, or finally put myself first. Will my heartbreak become my freedom, or will the past pull me back in? When love turns to war, who gets the front seat in your life?

I paid his rent, funded his dreams, and still, Sean gave his heart to someone else. Now, as a new, eager sugar baby tries to buy my affection with charm and ambition, I wonder if I’m just another transaction in this city of deals. When love is bought and loyalty is always for sale, who’s really using who?

For ten years, Annie was traded from one cold home to another, finally forced into a loveless marriage with Jason Carter—the wealthy heir who never wanted her. She gave him loyalty, care, and her body, but he saved his love for another woman and called Annie dirty in her own house. When she finally asks for a divorce, Jason refuses—not out of love, but because he can't bear to lose his caretaker, leaving Annie to choose: stay invisible, or walk away and reclaim her life.

For three years, I believed Jason was as broke and broken as I was—until a single stormy night shattered everything. Turns out, the man I sacrificed everything for was Chicago’s richest heir, slumming it for his own amusement while I begged, scraped, and planned to propose. Now, drowning in heartbreak and betrayal, I have to decide: walk away from the only love I’ve ever known, or make him pay for every lie he ever told.

Caleb promised me forever, but when success called, he took our son and his first love—leaving me with nothing but broken vows and a silent house. In my last life, I waited years for a family that never came back; this time, I’ll walk away before they can shut the door on me again. He chose ambition and another woman—now I choose myself, no matter how much it hurts.

He loved her—just not me. On the night of our fourth anniversary, I watched Carter Langley slip further away, his heart claimed by another while our marriage became nothing but a headline. I was supposed to smile, play the perfect wife, and pretend not to notice the pitying looks or the silence that suffocated our home. But pain demands a witness. When betrayal cuts deeper than bone, how far will a woman go to make her absence felt? Carter’s indifference is legendary—until my final act leaves him with a haunting question and a secret he can never bury. If love is dead, what’s left for the living to regret?

He was New York's golden prince. I was the first love he could never forget—and the scandal everyone wanted to see crash and burn. When I returned to the city, Mason Whitmore had already replaced me with a lookalike, showering her with everything I once had. But one viral video, one desperate plea, and suddenly the lines between past and present blur. As old wounds reopen, rivalries ignite, and secrets unravel, I'm forced to choose: fight for my own future, or let the man who broke my heart back in. In a city where love is currency and betrayal is news, can a girl with nothing left lose her heart twice? Or will I finally claim the ending they all said I’d never get?

Rachel lost her family and clung to Ethan, the only man who ever showed her kindness—until the day he declared his secret lover would become his second wife. Humiliated and cast aside, Rachel is forced to plan their wedding, all while the whole town watches her heartbreak. But with the annulment papers signed, she realizes she doesn’t need anyone’s pity—least of all Ethan’s—and vows to reclaim her life, no matter how many rumors or rivals stand in her way.

Love doesn’t end when someone leaves—it lingers in the empty spaces, the silences, the things unsaid. For Maya, Adam was more than an ex-boyfriend—he was half her history, the echo in every memory, the ache she couldn’t shake. When news of his sudden death reaches her, Maya is pulled back to Maple Heights and into the orbit of his grieving family, forced to navigate the blurry line between ex and almost, between old wounds and what might have been. As she sorts through the pieces of their on-again, off-again love, Maya must confront the envy, regret, and longing that kept them entangled—and decide what it means to remember, and to let go. But when every goodbye feels unfinished, can you ever truly move on? Or does some part of you always belong to the past?

When my husband Marcus betrayed me with his bright-eyed assistant, my heartbreak went viral—turning my plea for a new husband into a national sensation. As the world watched, I spiraled through illness, betrayal, and the agony of being replaced by the very woman I once pitied. Now, with nothing left to lose, I’m ready to reclaim my light—even if it means burning down the life we built together.