Is 'I Divorced My Superstar Husband' Based On A True Story?

For three years, she was just his transparent, obedient wife. He never knew that the girl who saved him from the raging ocean—and gave up her Olympic dream to marry him—was the very woman he just divorced.

On my son Theo’s birthday, my husband Dashiell brought home his first love, Sabrina. My son was forgotten, I was ignored, and my mother-in-law treated me like a servant. Dashiell, instead of comforting me, declared that because Sabrina was dying of cancer, he would fake a divorce and marry her to fulfill her dying wish. I could no longer endure it—I decided to turn the “fake divorce” into a real one. Dashiell thought he had everything under control, but he underestimated me…

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. *** “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.

Blurb: Ethan Carter is a billionaire with a hidden secret. He's allergic to all women except his mother. At least that's what he thought until he met Amelia Scott, a famous celebrity. In a strange case of mistaken identity, they ended up sharing a night of passion. Ethan does everything in his power to find Amelia and keep her by his side, for she was his saving grace. To his shock, she looked him in the eye and said, “I'll never love you.” Will Ethan succeed in his mission to melt Amelia's icy-heart? Will Amelia break her own rules and fall in love with Ethan? This is a spin-off novel from my other book, Forced marriage: Dear wife, you can't escape me. It can be read as a stand alone but you can check out the first book if you would be interested.

I was abandoned, betrayed, and forced to leave everything behind… including the man I once loved. Divorced by a cold, unfeeling husband, I vanished from his life, only to return five years later, stronger, smarter, and unstoppable. Now, I’m the CEO of a company, and our paths are destined to cross again. He thinks I’m gone. He thinks he can move on. But what happens when the man who broke my heart discovers that the child he never knew existed is his own? Revenge, regret, and forbidden love collide in a story of betrayal and redemption. Will he fight for what he lost… or will I finally walk away?

“Calder wanted to divorce. But I got him to agree to something crazy first.” My friend Lena's brows lift. “What is it?” “One last month,” I say. “I am going to really have him… as his real wife.” Her eyes widen and she grins. “He agreed to be your husband… in every way?” Three years ago, my husband Calder was supposed to marry my sister. On the wedding week, she vanished. So, I became the replacement bride. But Calder never saw me as a woman, just Yara’s little sister. We live like roommates while I pine for him. “Mia, you do know what you’re doing? Yes? I’m worried you’re going to get hurt,” Lena says plainly. “I’m not a child anymore, this is my choice.” She searches my face. “And after the month?” “I’ll move forward,” I say. “With or without him.”