My Husband Regretted It After I Dumped Him

Next up: "May Every Year Bring Peace" and "My Husband Deceives Me." Their blurbs are below. Please add them to your collections!

Liu Lingruo was a noble young lady of the capital. On her wedding night, her fiancé rejected their marriage and wed her younger half-sister instead, making her a laughingstock throughout the city.

How had the dignified eldest daughter of the Liu family become a sacrifice for her younger sister?

Her father wanted to make his concubine his principal wife, and her elder brother favored her half-sister.

When her chastity was about to be ruined, she was saved by the eldest son of the Jiang family. He wore black robes as hard as iron, yet his movements were gentle, as if she were a precious jewel.

She believed he was the light that had pulled her out of the mire! Even when his mother made things difficult for her and his sister disliked her, Lingruo was happy to bear it.

A year into their marriage, she became pregnant and was about to tell him when her husband brought back the half-sister who was supposed to have been exiled three thousand li away. "Lingruo, Miss Liu is all alone and has it hard. I want to bring her into our household."

She simply said, "All right." All the talk of family bonds and vows to grow old together had been a joke.

She faked her death by drowning and disappeared. When they met again, Jiang Mohen knelt before her and begged for forgiveness. The jade-faced general, who had been made a marquis in his youth, now looked utterly dejected, tears of blood running from his eyes.

Beneath a willow by the stream, she said softly, "Sir, I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else."

Then her long-dead, presumed-killed-in-battle maternal uncle came back to life, and she decided to return to the capital and demand justice from those who had wronged her.

Jiang Mohen had thought Lingruo was so gentle and virtuous that she wouldn't object to him taking her half-sister as a concubine. Only later did he learn that he'd mistaken someone else for the person who saved his life, and lost the woman whose whole heart belonged to him.

Later, her half-sister and stepmother were imprisoned in the Imperial Clan Court for murdering her mother. They wept and begged for her forgiveness.

Then came her father and elder brother.

P.S.

1. This is a practice piece. Please be kind if it doesn't turn out as well as I hope.

2. Other characters will punish the scumbags and make them face the consequences of their actions.

3. The male lead has a reason for taking a concubine. I'll explain it in the story, so read carefully.

Second-chance romance with a groveling male lead: "May Every Year Bring Peace." Please add it to your collection.

Suisui got married. It wasn't an honorable match, but she had loved her husband for more than a decade.

Everyone in the household said she had no shame, that she'd stolen her sister's marriage and was a wanton woman.

Her husband heard all this and didn't defend her at all, even though he knew she wasn't that kind of person.

Suisui thought he simply hadn't discovered her good qualities yet. Day after day, she devoted herself to serving him and his mother, managing the household, and making sure everything was in order. She handled it all herself.

Apart from that one thing, he never stayed the night. He treated her roughly and carelessly. Suisui thought he had always been as aloof and noble as pine trees under snow.

Until she saw him bring her sister into the household as soon as the Marquis of Xuanping's residence fell into decline. Beneath the flowers and the moon, under the willow branches, her husband showed her sister a tenderness he'd never shown her.

He told her to be sensible and follow the rules, and not to bring her old habits into the household.

Suisui smiled and agreed to everything, but her heart was aching. She wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and decided she would stop loving him.

Because of a scheme involving an intimate encounter, the upright Wen family was forced to marry the youngest daughter of the Yan family, even though they had originally been considering the eldest daughter, who was famous throughout the capital.

Wen Yubai had always believed that beneath Suisui's beautiful face lay a scheming, filthy heart. She had even dared to steal her sister's marriage.

He told her to be sensible, follow the rules, and do her duty, and she did exactly as he said. He thought his wife was as resilient as a reed and that if she became a little more obedient, he might even let her give him an heir.

Only when he saw his wife with her hair swept up, smiling in another man's arms, did he realize how dazzling she was. Only then did he understand that all along, he couldn't live without her.

#"Wen Yubai, I don't love you anymore."#

Possessive romance: "My Husband Deceives Me." Please add it to your collection.

The night Ruoyan married into the Marquis of Xuanyang's household, the struggle for the throne ended in defeat. Her husband died on their wedding night, and the entire household was thrown into prison. As the wife of a criminal, she was sent to the Directorate of Music as a servant. On a night of torrential rain, someone pinned her beneath him. After escaping in a panic, she collapsed in the rain, with the man who had tried to violate her chasing after her.

Ruoyan was beside herself when she heard the bells of a carriage. Someone stepped down in front of her. She fell to her knees and grabbed his robe. Her pale, fragile face lifted, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please, save me."

Then she recognized him. It was her former fiancé, Jiang Yinghuai, now the most powerful Grand Secretary in the cabinet. But she had no other choice, so she could only beg him.

Fortunately, Jiang Yinghuai agreed. In the pouring rain, he soaked his robes and lifted her into his arms.

That night, the servants took her to his room. The man she had once known had become a stranger. He gripped her chin and forced her to raise her head, then asked with narrowed eyes if she regretted it. Ruoyan nodded.

But he only smiled and withdrew his hand as if it were dirty, wiping it again and again with a handkerchief. He left her with one sentence: "Too late. You could have been my principal wife, but now you can only be my concubine."

He told her to choose for herself. But no matter what she chose, she was doomed.