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My fiancé, Richard Ahmed, had been unfaithful. His mistress, Eva Marsh, sent me a provocative video. In the video, Richard and Eva were passionately kissing, while his friends cheered loudly, "You two are perfect for each other. You should get married." Richard's parents were holding Eva's hand, saying, "You're the only one we see as part of the family." I let out a cold laugh and dialed the number of my father, the head of a criminal syndicate. "Get in touch with a team for me. I have a live stream event planned." "Alright. The condition is that you return to Zlomont and become the new head of the Brooks Group."

Three days before the wedding, Eliana discovered that her boyfriend of three years had been secretly planning a wedding with his childhood sweetheart. "Erin has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Her greatest wish is to be my wife while she can still remember. We'll cancel our wedding. Once she forgets me completely, I'll come back and marry you." Upon learning the truth, Eliana remained composed, refusing to shed tears or cause a commotion. She dialed a number she hadn't contacted in three years. "Brother, I agree to the arranged marriage with the Barton family, to wed that emotionally distant heir. In three days, make sure he appear in the wedding."

Josie Watson asked for a divorce for the ninety-ninth time, but Laurence Andrews took a call from his first love and told her to get out of the car. "Go home and think it over. I hope this is the last time you make a fuss," he said. For Rosalie Harris, he abandoned Josie repeatedly, humiliating her. Laurence believed Josie couldn't survive without him. He didn't know Rosalie's brother was secretly encouraging Josie to divorce and leave the country.

Cecily Warren had accepted an unusual private commission. The client had a special request: a portrait capturing only the back of her lover. Three days later, the painting she had sent out appeared in her living room. Chris Lambert, her fiancé, stood in front of the painting and was mesmerized by it. "Cecily, you're awake? Come and have a look. This is a gift from one of my students," he said. Cecily was stunned. She remembered what her client said to her clearly. "He and I have been in love for two years, but we can't go public because of his special identity. It is his birthday next Wednesday, and I want to surprise him." At the time, Cecily had thought it was a coincidence that her fan's boyfriend's birthday was the same day as Chris's. Now her heart was pounding heavily, and she told herself repeatedly that there must be some mistake.

My beta mate, Kyan, got injured in a rogue attack and lost his memory. He forgot about me, pregnant with his pup, and marked another she-wolf, Gamma Evelyn. Kyan claimed Evelyn was his true mate, saying an omega like me wasn't worthy of him. As he wished, I ended our mate bond. Later, at my bonding ceremony with the Alpha King, Kyan's eyes reddened. "You're marrying someone else with my pup?" I touched my flat stomach and replied calmly, "Of course not. Your pup is gone."

Coralie spent seven years loving Kellan, driven by her friend' corneas. However, a month after their marriage, she discovered that the marriage certificate Kellan had given her was fake. He was abroad, marrying his true love, and their marriage was the real one. It was only at this point that Coralie realized she had been nothing more than a substitute for Kellan's true love. Devastated, she walked away. Yet, Kellan soon realized he had fallen deeply in love with the substitute and couldn't escape his feelings. By the time he found Coralie, it was already too late.

It was the birthday of Alpha, Marc Dale, that day. At the birthday party, he brought back a woman, Lucy Burton. She had been his mate before and had completely abandoned him. Marc then gave me everything I wanted while torturing her mercilessly. He had even thrown her into a cellar. Yet, on our anniversary, I saw him in the room. He was holding Lucy and marking her. "You didn't expect to fall for me again, did you? What if your luna finds out?" she said. Marc said, "I'm doing this to punish you." Lucy chuckled softly and turned to look at me standing outside the door. "How does it feel to see him having sex with you?" she silently mouthed to me. She even raised her hand complacently. She wore a wedding ring that was the same as mine. In that instant, my wolf howled in agony again, and the pain spread through my body. "Lucy, who are you talking to?"

Alpha Carl's scalpel pierced my flesh, ready to begin the surgery. His phone in his pocket vibrated wildly, and he couldn't resist answering it. "Carl, before I die, I just want to see you one more time," Bianca, his adopted sister, said, her voice trembling. She had attempted suicide. I lay on the operating table, my abdomen already sliced open, when I heard the news. Carl dropped the scalpel and turned to Alpha Arthur. "My Luna's surgery is in your hands now," he said. With that, he turned and left. As I watched Carl's retreating figure, my heart felt gripped by an invisible hand, the pain unbearable. Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them. In the next moment, a cold scalpel pierced my skin again. Alpha Arthur spoke coldly, "Why are you crying? With me here, you won't die."

In the fifth year of marriage, Nora Yates stumbled upon scandalous headlines linking her husband to another woman. His friend teased him. "Stefan, you're ruthless. Just because Nora stole Izabella's boyfriend, you married her, pampered her, and fed her those pills until she's practically a fool." Stefan Gordon, cradling a pregnant Izabella Stewart, spoke coldly. "She made Izzie unhappy. She has to pay the price." Outside the private room, Nora, battling severe depression, nearly collapsed. Her trembling hands dialed a number. "Tell that company I'll join." For five years, Nora had been a housewife, confined to her sickbed. Everyone forgot she was once a legendary hacker, feared by every major corporation.

I stepped into my bar to start my shift. The manager hurried over to report. "Miss, your boyfriend Mr. Fowler booked the most luxurious private room." Shock hit me hard. Lucas was broke. How could he afford such an expensive room? I told the manager to keep watching and pulled up the room's surveillance feed. "Man, I heard you lost a bet and had to date a poor girl. Is it fun?" "Don't even start. She costs me five hundred bucks a month. Just a greedy gold-digger!" Lucas Fowler's face twisted with disgust. He turned and kissed the two women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the kind of girls I like. I bought designer watches. One for each of you." I let out a bitter laugh. Calling me poor and a gold-digger? This bar was my own business! When my identity came out, I stood over a kneeling Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapped it across his face. "Swallow every last bill."

In the third year of their marriage, Lachlan Begum became infatuated with his new secretary, Cassie Quinn She was open and bold. Her personal motto was "Fortune favors the bold." In bed, she knew countless different positions, and outside of it, she accompanied Lachlan in various thrilling activities. While he went out with Cassie, he maintained the facade of a devoted husband by fabricating where he had been to Nicola Hayes. "I'm not coming home tonight. I was drunk, so I'm sleeping at the office." Cassie chuckled beside him. She said with a hint of teasing provocation, "When are you going to divorce that boring old woman?" The call ended abruptly. Unbeknownst to them, Nicola was sitting in the Obstetrics and Gynecology department and staring at the pregnancy report at her fingertips. She had been pregnant for six weeks. After she left the hospital, she called her brother, Jerold Hayes, who was a lawyer. "Jerold, I need you to make a divorce agreement for me." Jerold paused briefly and then asked, "Are you sure about this?" Nicola replied calmly, "Yes. I'm pregnant. I plan to keep the baby myself."

Selena Menezwa had been with Caius Capone, the illegitimate son of the mafia family, for ten years. Yet, on the day he took power, the family called someone else the "Godmother". Caius, his hands still stained with blood and gripping a gun, held Charlotte Wodehurst, a pure-looking beauty in his arms. "Selena, don't blame me. You never had a proper education, and you're too unrestrained. You're not fit to be the Godmother. Charlotte is different. She was born into nobility and is the second violinist in the orchestra. You can stick around without a ring, but she can't." Selena didn't argue; she simply turned and left. What Caius didn't know was that she was the princess of the powerful Menezwa family and the concertmaster of the very orchestra where Charlotte played. The Menezwa family, well aware of Selena's reckless streak, had already prepared a man for her. The arms dealer Caius was desperate to win over was already eager to become her fiancé.

A text message came through, accompanied by five incriminating photos-entwined lingerie, fingers tightly interlocked, crumpled sheets clutched in a fist, a blurred reflection in the bathroom... This wasn't the first time Rona received such provocation. The large hand gripping another woman's wrist so tightly it seemed to embed into her flesh-she instantly recognized it as belonging to his longtime love since childhood, Darren. She glanced at the date on the photos, realizing it coincided with their third anniversary of being together. On that day, Rona received an emergency call from the hospital, informing her of Darren's car accident. In a panic, she raced through three red lights to get there, only to witness Darren rushing into the emergency room, holding his blood-soaked secretary, Khloe. Without any explanation, he vanished for nine days, finally reappearing with another woman by his side. It was rumored that she had sustained severe injuries and memory loss while saving Darren, leading to a deep dependency on him. Feeling guilty, Darren showered her with tenderness, staying by her side constantly out of deep gratitude for saving his life. Rona let out a cold laugh and closed the message thread. She finally texted her persistently nagging mother, "I agree to the family-arranged marriage." But before leaving, Rona intended to prepare three significant gifts for Darren.

In my fifth year as his Luna, I remained a virgin. Yet after my sister, married for three years without a child, was sent back to the tribe, Phillip Elliott suddenly suggested having a pup. My wolf always sensed his coldness. After deep thought, I decided to have a serious talk with him, but I overheard him speaking with his Beta. "Rosalyn injured herself saving me and can never bear pups. To secure her place as Luna in that tribe, we need an heir. I can't watch her suffer. Kaitlin's womb is better suited to carry the Alpha's bloodline. Once she bears a pup for Rosalyn, I'll compensate her for life and make her the true Luna, giving her my heir." So, I was just a womb to him. My chest felt ripped apart. Fine, I'd let them have their way. I returned to my foster parents, cutting all ties with Phillip. But why did the man who never loved me beg like a madman for my return?

I chased after Jake Burton for eight years, only to break up with him when I saw he had saved his ex-girlfriend's contact as "Baby." Her name was Janet Flynn. "Just because I forgot to change the contact name?" I stared at Jake's mocking smile and nodded. His friends said I was narrow-minded and overreacted, but I just kept my gaze on Jake without saying a word. Jake's dark eyes seemed to be covered with frost. After a moment, he simply sneered, "Fine. Let's break up. Just don't come back to me and cry to plead with me to get back together." Everyone in the room erupted in laughter. I pushed open the door, clutched the pathology report in my coat pocket, and walked into the night. I had wanted to weave a beautiful dream for the last moments of my life. But I shouldn't force love. It was even more bitter than the medicine I took.

Three years ago, Aidan suffered from amnesia, and Evelyn willingly took care of him for those three years, becoming his secret lover. But one day, she suddenly discovered that Aidan had never lost his memory. To her shock, she also learned that he and his idealized past love were responsible for her father's death. Despite the heartache, Evelyn gathered evidence and, on the day of their wedding, had them both sent to prison. It was then that Aidan suddenly realized that the one he truly loved all along was Evelyn. Yet, his belated affection meant nothing to Evelyn, who had long since decided she didn't want him anymore.

On the cruise ship, my fiancé's beloved, Cathy Begum, botched an important performance, which angered the mafia group behind it. The mafia's leader, Nate Adams, declared he would ruin Cathy's piano-playing hands. My fiancé, Chris Dobson, seemed unconcerned, focusing on feeding me soup. However, I fainted soon. When I awoke, I found myself naked and bound to the bed in Nate's room. Chris was tenderly holding Cathy's hands, his face filled with concern. "Cathy makes her living with her hands. I can't just watch them get ruined. You just need to stay with Nate for one night, and once he's calmed down, I'll come get you." I snorted with derision. "What makes you think Nate will calm down? What if he gets even angrier?"

I had been married to George Norris for ten years. To everyone, we were a perfect couple. But everything changed after my beloved Timothy, Timothy Mills, suddenly passed away after he underwent a successful surgery. I was sad, but at the same time, I realized something was amiss. To quell my suspicion, I reviewed the hospital room's surveillance footage the night he passed away. In the footage, Timothy had rung the bell for help three times, but George ignored it. Instead, he made out with an intern nurse in the treatment room. He said to the nurse, "Don't worry, he won't survive tonight." In that moment, my decade-long love and trust were shattered completely. I wiped away my tears and dialed my grandfather's number, which I hadn't called in ten years. "Karl, ten years have passed, and it's time to end our agreement."

In my previous life, my sister and I discovered two eggs. From one, my sister hatched an ice serpent, while I brought forth a fiery phoenix. My sister, however, took away the phoenix I had nurtured, not foreseeing the impending catastrophic heatwave apocalypse. As fate would have it, she was consumed by the relentless heat. Before her demise, she manipulated my ice serpent husband into murdering me. Unexpectedly, we were both reborn on the day the two eggs were to hatch. This time, my sister claimed the ice serpent for herself, believing it would comfortably carry her through the heat apocalypse. Little did she know, the ice serpent needed fresh blood every day to maintain its strength.

On Valentine's Day, I was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, with less than a month left to live. As I was engulfed in confusion and panic, Sebastian Nash knelt before me with a pained expression, saying, "I'm sorry, Betsy. I've fallen in love with another woman." He then promised me seriously, "I haven't cheated on you. What I share with her is a deep emotional bond. We won't have sex, and my feelings and commitment to you remain unchanged. I will continue to fulfill my duties as your husband." Clutching the diagnosis report tightly, I managed to force out a few words, "Okay. I will let you be together." Sebastian was both surprised and worried as he embraced me, saying, "Betsy, don't leave me. I love her, but I love you more. Please don't be angry or make trouble with me." I gave a bitter smile, "I won't." As a dying person, there was nothing worth crying or fussing over.

To test my fiancé Ethan Wilson, I always pretended to be an ordinary office worker. He firmly believed my best friend Noreen Fowler, who loved wearing designer brands, was the long-lost heiress of the Palmer Group. He constantly manipulated me. "Julissa, can't you learn from Noreen's confidence? Stop acting so cheap." Meanwhile, he secretly texted Noreen. "Babe, just hang in there. Once I secure the Palmer Group, I'll dump her." At the Palmer Group's anniversary gala, he thought his moment had arrived. In front of all the guests and media, he got down on one knee and aimed a diamond ring at Noreen. "Noreen, I know you've been using your friend's identity to test me, but I love your soul! Marry me, and let's run the Palmer Group together!"

In the five years of our marriage, my husband Isaac Saunders's favorite mantra was, "Even close brothers keep clear accounts, and even intimate couples should maintain equality." We strictly split everything down the middle, calculating utility bills to the last cent and even taking turns paying for groceries. But that day, when my younger sister Aileen Howe was urgently hospitalized, I asked to borrow three hundred dollars from him. He immediately pulled out a calculator and said, "According to our prenuptial agreement, interest-free loans are capped at two hundred dollars. Any amount exceeding that accrues interest at a daily rate of five percent and requires collateral." Watching him state this so earnestly, I felt the situation was utterly absurd. I signed the agreement silently and took the money. He didn't know that the house he was using as collateral for his interest calculation was legally in my name. Nor did he know that the investments he was so proud of were profitable thanks to insider information my father had provided me. Isaac, you love calculating so much, let's see who's really good at playing the numbers game. I'll show you what it truly means to lose everything.

The day I saw Jared Stanley's interview, I filed for divorce and moved out of the perfectly maintained home I'd shared with him for three years. In that interview, Jared said his biggest regret in life was that, in a life-or-death situation, he instinctively protected what he called his most "precious national asset." The "asset" he protected wasn't me, his wife. It was his "fragile" colleague, Bailee Brooks. Two days later, at the global press conference for the G20 summit. The same renowned war correspondent asked me the same question. "Ms. Quinn, as a top-tier simultaneous interpreter, what would you say is the professional principle you are most proud of?" I looked directly at Jared sitting in the front row. "True professionalism is knowing that my husband risked his life to protect his mistress, and still being able to calmly, as the lead interpreter, accurately convey the commands that would ultimately save him."

I was the little princess cherished by my brother Derek Walton, the most well-behaved girl in our family. The boldest thing I ever did was hide my identity and date Lucas Morrison, my brother's sworn enemy, in secret for three years. Over those three years, I let him record countless sex videos. In the backseat of a sports car, I sat on his lap, completely bare, my waist gripped tightly in his hands.

I died on the night of my wedding to Carlos Fowler, the duke's second son. He left me to be killed by kidnappers while he saved the woman he truly cared about. Before I took my last breath, I saw Vincent Fowler, Carlos's crippled older brother, storm in like a madman to avenge me. Reborn, I stood before the priest and canceled the wedding in front of everyone. I turned and walked toward Vincent, who sat in his wheelchair in the corner, under the stunned gazes of the crowd. "Vincent, I want to marry you." Carlos thought I was just trying to get his attention. But he would soon realize he had lost everything.

On our seventh anniversary, I inadvertently stumbled upon a hidden confession in Liam's public Facebook post. It was his unrequited love for Destinee. I realized then that the initials letters on our wedding rings were never meant to stand for Liam and Divya, but for his unwavering longing for Destinee. He was eager to marry me on a holiday, not out of love, but because Destinee was also getting married to someone else that day. "Divya, what is the fuss again?" Liam asked, standing at the door. I turned to face him calmly and said, "Liam, let's break up." He furrowed his brows slightly, trying to snatch the phone from my hand as he entered the room, only to find that I had already saved a screenshot. "Why are you so upset about an old post?"

My Oliver Group went bankrupt, my father jumped from the building, and my fiancé, Connor Dale, sent me to the psychiatric hospital. He came to see me with a wedding invitation. He was getting married to my step-sister, Madeline Oliver. He said with a smile, "Brenna, everything your family has, including your business achievement, belongs to us now." I died with hatred on that cold hospital bed. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before all the tragedies had happened. When Madeline came to recognize her identity to me, I slapped her across the face and said, "Get lost!" When Connor, the scumbag, proposed to me, I tore up the engagement contract in front of everyone. "Who do you think you are?" This time, I proactively walked up to Jacob Harrison, who was said to be cold-hearted and ruthless and controlled the entire business empire. Everyone feared him, but only I knew that he held my gravestone for a whole night after I died in a fire in my previous life.

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I were selecting mates from the snake tribe, I saved a dragon prince in distress. In gratitude, the dragon prince returned to his tribe and immediately took me as his wife. A year later, I hatched a golden egg and gave birth to a child with the spirit and power of a dragon. The prince was overjoyed, and on the day he became king, he proclaimed me as the dragon queen, earning me the admiration and respect of all communities. Meanwhile, my sister chose to marry a strong wild bear, only to become one of his least favored concubines. Her jealousy of me drove her to madness, and during a snake tribe festival, she pushed me off a cliff, causing my untimely death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day of the mate selection, and I saw my sister running towards the direction where the dragon prince would encounter misfortune. I realized she had been reborn as well. However, she didn't know that while saving the dragon prince might be easy, giving birth to a child with the spirit and power of a dragon was an almost impossible challenge.

On our wedding anniversary, my husband ditched me once again for his buddies. I decided to surprise him with some fine wine and gourmet food, only to find a woman in a bikini sitting on his lap. His hand was resting gently on her waist, caressing it. Suddenly, I heard the woman say, "We're all men here, honestly, I can't stand women who constantly nag about anniversaries. Darin always leaves his wife to join us on holidays. Let's raise a glass to him!" "To Darin!" they all cheered. With a smile, I pushed the door open and said, "What a coincidence, darling, I'll toast to you too."

My sister and I, twin spirit foxes, were both sent to the Dragon Clan for a political marriage alliance. The Dragon Clan's crown prince was immediately taken with me, a mystical creature with five tails, symbolizing enhanced power and status, while my sister was forced to marry the less favored second prince. Later, I gave birth to a frail black dragon for the crown prince, whereas my sister bore the second prince the most noble of golden dragons. This earned the second prince the Dragon King's favor, akin to winning royal approval, making him the heir to the throne. The crown prince resented me for ruining his prospects. Seizing an unguarded moment, he shattered my spiritual essence with a single blow. "If it weren't for your deceptive sorcery, the throne should have been mine. You've tainted my royal bloodline." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day we were sent to the Dragon Clan for the alliance.

My sister and I chose our orcs at the same time. She quickly took the purebred, noble, and calm mystical beast, leaving me with the wild spirit snake, whose lineage was mixed and temperament fierce. Unexpectedly, when the mystical beast advanced, it turned on its master, leaving my sister's appearance ruined and her powers depleted. Meanwhile, the spirit snake transformed into a true dragon, ascending to a god-like creature, bringing me endless glory. I went to visit my sister; she had lost her mind, and her inner power imploded, taking me with her. When I awoke, I was back at the moment of choosing the beast. This time, my sister snatched the spirit snake first. With a cold smile, she said, "The useless mystical beast is yours. Now you can experience the agony of helplessness and ruin." I smiled back. Why should I risk my life to seize resources when I could find peace and balance in life? Whistling a happy tune, I took the mystical beast home, burying my face in its belly. Its coarse, strong tail coiled around my calf, whispering, "Darling, you're mine."

In my past life, on the day my sister and I attended the Witch Coven's matrimonial ceremony, I rescued a distressed vampire prince. In gratitude, upon his return to the clan, the prince promptly declared that I would be his future bride. A year later, I gave birth to a pureblood heir, the sole successor of the entire vampire lineage. The prince was overjoyed, and on the day he was crowned as the prince, he completed the Blood Bond with me, establishing me as his eternal partner and queen, making me respected by all clans. As for my sister, she chose to marry a strong werewolf leader, only to become the most inconspicuous among his many lovers. Her jealousy towards me drove her to madness, culminating in the night of a witch's moonlit gathering when she pushed me off a towering cliff, causing me to die from the fall. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my sister rushing towards the direction of the vampire prince's distress on the day of the matrimonial ceremony. I realized she had been reborn too. Yet, she didn't understand that becoming the prince's bride was easy. Winning his heart and giving birth to his child, however, was an almost impossible task.

My daughter saw me as her enemy. I enrolled her in piano lessons, and she accused me of wanting her to be on display for others' amusement. When she wanted to meet her online boyfriend in real life, I firmly opposed it, and she claimed I was restricting her freedom. She won a gold medal at a piano competition, with a promising future ahead, yet during a public interview, she said I only saw her as a money-making tool. Later, I suffered a sudden heart attack, and in a fit of anger, she flushed my medication down the drain, saying I shouldn't have survived. Upon my second chance at life, I sold the expensive piano and stopped paying for her extra lessons. I watched, unmoved, as she fell from success into ruin. But she regretted it.

After my younger sister and I used a mystical potion to become exceptionally fertile, our father sent us to marry into the merfolk tribe. In my previous life, I chose a burly, rugged silver-tailed merman and consistently gave birth to the highest rank of black-tailed merfolk offspring. With my status rising due to the prestige of my offspring, I became the crown princess of the merfolk tribe, enjoying immense wealth and a lifespan extending over centuries. In contrast, my younger sister, who chose a purple-tailed merman, only gave birth to the lowest rank of red-tailed merfolk, enduring the tribe's ridicule. Consumed by jealousy, she tore out my spiritual core and fed my remains to ravenous piranhas. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the arranged marriage ceremony. Eagerly, my sister chose the silver-tailed merman. Little did she know, the path to status through progeny was not as simple as it seemed. This silver-tailed merman was twisted and cruel, with a particular fondness for tormenting expectant mothers.

I was once the apple of the Holt family's eye, a beloved child known throughout Palis. A car accident left me in a coma for three long years. When I finally awoke, I found a new adopted daughter in our home named Maddie Holt. On my first day back, my mother held Maddie's hand and said to me, "Chloe, you should learn from Maddie. She's much more sensible than you." My fiancé, Reece Hussain, also had his arm around Maddie's shoulder and announced, "We're getting married next month." Late that night, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my father and our personal doctor. "The blood transfusion was a success. Maddie's body has completely accepted Chloe's blood." "Hmph, compared to the rebellious Chloe, Maddie is a fresh start and the kind of heir I want. Well-behaved, thankful, always agreeable... that's what a daughter of the Holt family should be."

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband compared me to my best friend. He used to nitpick everything about Hailee Baxter, but that day, he told me to learn from her. "You two grew up together. How is there such a huge gap between you? Grow your hair out, wear dresses more often, maybe spritz on some perfume. You can manage that, right? You're my wife. Don't embarrass me in public." I clutched my faded shirt, making sure it didn't carry the smoky smell of the barbecue I'd been grilling for years. I shot back, "What, you've got a thing for her now?"

Vincent had an admirer who was relentlessly devoted, pursuing him for seven years. This woman was of average appearance and circumstances, yet she never gave up on him. Initially, Vincent felt nothing but disdain for her, telling her off harshly and repeatedly, which was unusual for someone who typically adhered to social decorum. However, Mira accidentally discovered what Vincent had saved her contact as in his phone. He called her darling.

A deep and all-consuming love, which ultimately led to a five-year prison sentence, culminated in witnessing her husband and stepsister's spectacular wedding of the century. The public betrayal by her closest family and friends drove Valerie to the brink of death, only for her to unexpectedly return to the starting point of all her tragedies-the day she was released from prison. This time, Valerie set aside all love and hate, armed with memories as if from a past life, determined only for revenge. Facing her ungrateful husband, the seemingly innocent stepsister, and her deceived relatives, she no longer questioned furiously. Instead, she calmly and strategically counterattacked. With a ruinous agreement signed by him, Valerie personally toppled his proud business empire, overcoming those who betrayed her. When the everything settled, she emerged as a powerful leader, ruling over everything. Meanwhile, a man from her past with a marriage proposal quietly reappeared, bringing endless possibilities for her new life. This was a story about betrayal, rebirth, and how a woman rose from despair, reclaiming all that was hers and ultimately blossoming brilliantly.

I was part of a famous duo with Brayden Reynolds in the industry. He once shielded me from a stalker's acid attack and chose to go public with our relationship at the height of his fame, giving me a sense of security. Everyone believed our story would end like the songs I wrote for him. A perfect finale with the couple walking hand in hand toward happiness. But then that girl sang our love song in a live stream, duetting sweetly with Brayden. She even sent me the recording. "Thanks for the hit song, Eve," she said. "And thanks for shaping Brayden into such a great man. From now on, he's all mine." At the end of the video, Brayden stood half-naked, his back revealing a jagged, ugly scar. I made a phone call, cranking the speaker to max, savoring the woman's fading screams through the receiver. "Eve Walton!" Brayden's fiery rage burned in his eyes. But I just smiled and slapped the divorce papers and settlement agreement in front of him.

I, Ella Vance, was the fated mate of Damian Blackwood, the Alpha of the Laurel Valley Pack. While carrying his offspring and afflicted with the incurable Blood Reversal Curse, he walked arm in arm with my cousin Selena Vance, forcing me to sign the application to dissolve our mate bond. I pleaded with him to let me keep our pups, but he only looked at me with disdain. "Those pups are tainted by the curse. Their disappearance will be good for the pack." Later, Selena orchestrated a car accident, allowing me to fake my death and escape. Eventually, he realized I was the one who could awaken his bloodline. Five years later, I returned. When he saw me, he was ecstatic, kneeling like a loyal dog and begging for my forgiveness. He believed that if he showed enough devotion, he could win me back and be reunited with the pups. But he didn't know I was no longer the humble Ella I once had been.