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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."

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."

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."

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.

My husband buried me in the sand, shaping me into a mermaid. Then he turned his back and walked away-off to comfort his stepsister, who had stubbed her foot. I watched his figure retreating, helpless, as the tide crept higher. Despair swallowed me whole. In the very last second before I lost consciousness, a single thought flashed through my mind.

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?"

At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."

For ten years I planned our dream wedding-over and over-while my CEO fiancé Kody Morgan found ways to miss every single one. Ever since Tonya Buckley, his childhood sweetheart, returned to the country, my wedding had become a ticking time bomb. She caused a scene on the eve of my wedding, and Kody always stood me up. This last time, Tonya cut her finger, and a few drops of blood spilled dramatically. Kody anxiously ran red lights, risking everything to rush her to the ER, insisting the doctor check her carefully. Meanwhile, I faced the guests' derisive stares and received only Kody's dismissive excuse. "Does it have to be today? We've canceled the wedding so many times already, let's reschedule for next weekend. Tonya passes out at the sight of blood, so I need to stay with her. I really hope you understand." He reminisces about their childhood bond, granting Tonya every request, while neglecting me. Actually, I didn't have to marry him. When his absence became a pattern, I chose a man who'd actually appear.

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.

The once-disgraced imposter, who was cast out, had transformed into the rightful heir of an elite family. She returned with a powerful force, delivering a decisive and overwhelming defeat to her ex-fiancé and the true heiress who had usurped her place.

At seventeen, Beatrixa Watson and her neighbor Maverick Fuller tasted forbidden fruit, hiding their romance from everyone. That day, she nervously held her homework, seeking his help. Her budding affection burned too brightly. He noticed her feelings and gently coaxed her to lift her skirt. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt," he said. Her unease and resistance melted under his charming, tender smile. After that day, whenever Beatrixa visited him next door, his voice carried a teasing warmth. "I worked so hard helping you with your problems, Bae. How about a little reward for me?" Her cheeks flushed as she agreed. When passion took over, he always kissed her forehead. "Bae, you're so good. I really like you." He promised to go public with their relationship once she got into his university. But when she arrived at his house, clutching her acceptance letter with excitement, his careless, mocking voice stopped her cold. "The only one I care about is Bailee. Beatrixa's just the neighbor girl. If Bailee hadn't been abroad as an exchange student this past year, and if Beatrixa didn't look a bit like her, I'd never have been with someone as overweight as her. Now that Bailee's back, it's time to ditch this problem."

In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife. After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me." Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job. He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life." I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced." My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again.

I was there with my husband when we started from scratch, moving from a rundown shack to a massive mansion. On the day the company went public, he showed up at the celebration with a young woman on his arm. He introduced her to the crowd, "This is my love, Ms. Barrett." Someone asked, "What about your wife?" He just smiled. "That old ball and chain at home? She doesn't belong at an event like this." I stood quietly at the back of the crowd, holding a glass of champagne. Then the screen behind him lit up, starting a video about the company's history. At the end of the video, a chart of the company's ownership structure appeared. My name and photo were clearly under the "Largest Shareholder" section, with a 51% stake. A clip started playing. A younger version of my husband, looking shy, said, "Everything I have, I owe to my wife. Without her, none of this would exist."

She was a girl from humble beginnings, while he was the heir to a billion-dollar fortune. What started as a spiteful pursuit soon entangled them in a web of interests. To him, she was merely a companion for his whims; to her, he was a stepping stone, a partner in their charade. He discarded her for his idealized first love, even allowing others to humiliate her in public, unaware she was already carrying his child. Despite the abuse, insults, and online harassment, she appeared fragile and tearful, all the while secretly gathering evidence and discreetly reallocating assets. When he got engaged to his idealized first love, she, pregnant and determined, disappeared overnight, leaving behind a box of shocking revelations. By the time he realized his mistakes, he was left drained of his value, left physically and emotionally devastated by an accident, and deserted by those he once trusted. In the end, she returned with their son, armed with a paternity test, and made a triumphant return to the company, a smile lighting up her face.

My boyfriend, Cayson Morris, had a car accident and lost his memory. I kept vigil by his side, always thinking he would come to remember me. But later, Lydia George, his first love, came back from abroad, and he finally "regained" his memory. He said to me, "I never lost my memory. I just used you as a stand-in, and now I'm tired of it." On the same day he broke up with me, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. When I opened my eyes again, I was in his hospital room after his car accident. He looked at me, confused. "Who are you?" I gave him a professional smile and said, "I'm your caregiver, sir. I'll go get the doctor."

Five years into their marriage, Tobias Stevens faced bankruptcy and was burdened with huge debt. He was in poor health and worked odd jobs at an old warehouse. His earnings were barely enough to cover the rent. To support the family, Dorothy worked by day and collected bottles from roadside bins to sell for money in the evenings, often taking her daughter, Margaret Stevens, with her. On Dorothy's birthday, Margaret surprised Dorothy with a cheap cupcake bought with coins she had saved for half a year. Dorothy was deeply moved. After saving diligently for months, she finally gathered enough money to buy tickets and take Margaret to the amusement park she had always dreamed of visiting. As they reached the entrance, they unexpectedly saw Tobias there. One of his arms was around the waist of his first love, Liza Briggs. His other arm was holding Liza's daughter, Sandra Briggs. They were heading towards the rides. "Daddy..." Margaret called out loudly to Tobias's back. A staff member of the amusement park immediately turned around and stopped Dorothy and Margaret. "Sorry, but the amusement park is closed for a private event hosted by Mr. Stevens today. You'll have to come back another day."

I thought my husband cheating on me was the biggest joke of my life. Until he brought his mistress home, and my father-in-law, who was over fifty, furiously pounced on him. "Try laying a finger on her, I dare you!" Julio James snarled at his own son. Father and son brawled on the spot over a woman, and I became the most awkward audience in this rich family's farce. The next day, the headline "Father and Son Share a Mistress" went viral. Overnight, I, Mrs. James, became the city's favorite pity case and its biggest joke.

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.

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.

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, 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."

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.

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 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."

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?"

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."

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.

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?"

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.

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 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.

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.