"After seven years of marriage, I have endured and supported my family, only to unexpectedly discover that my husband, Su Yun, has a mistress outside. Our son, who has grown up by my side, recognizes the mistress as his mother and completely disregards me, his actual mother. My mother-in-law looks at me with cold indifference. These three people have pushed me to the brink. In this new life, I will love whomever I choose. I won't care anymore!"
"Help! Help!"
I woke up in a panic, gasping for air, staring at the familiar surroundings and the person sleeping beside me, frozen in bed.
My mind was still trapped in the nightmare where my husband, Kristopher Meyer, was choking me, hurling insults at me.
My mother-in-law, Cecelia Meyer, and my son, Jeffrey Meyer, watched coldly.
"Kristopher, strangle me to death if you dare. I will divorce you even if I die!"
I was furious, but the disparity in strength between us was too great. All I could do was grip Kristopher's hand tightly.
The next moment, Kristopher slapped me without a hint of mercy.
My head was slapped to the side, and my ears experienced tinnitus several times before I recovered. I still stared at the hideous man.
Kristopher came from a rural background. We met in college and fell for each other instantly.
Kristopher was considerate and pampered me in everything. Everyone praised me for being lucky and said I had found a good man.
After graduating from university, Kristopher finally got a job in a listed company.
Once it was raining heavily, and I went to pick up Kristopher to take him home. Kristopher felt sorry for me and took care of me.
His colleagues witnessed this, and Kristopher earned a reputation as a devoted husband.
The company's CEO, who also adored his wife, took notice of Kristopher.
In this way, Kristopher climbed all the way. Now was a critical period. He was unwilling to break up with me, but he was also afraid that I would make trouble and destroy him completely.
"You bitch, you have no shame and no figure. What are you fussing about now?" Kristopher spat at me viciously. "Don't try any of your schemes, Marissa Ward. You're nothing, so behave yourself. What? Do you want to go out and complain? Who do you think you are? Just be a good housewife, okay?"
With that, Kristopher tossed me onto the floor without a second thought.
My head hit hard, and a wave of dizziness overwhelmed me.
Afterward, Kristopher disdainfully wiped his hands with a tissue and tossed it onto my face. "Behaving yourself is best for everyone."
Despite the intense pain, I stubbornly tried to get up.
"Mom, can you stop causing trouble? Are we going to eat or not?" My eight-year-old son, eating ice cream, watched indifferently as I lay on the floor, showing no intention to help, even complaining about me.
Well! Was he my own son?
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I was stunned.
The child I had cherished since birth said such things?
I had worried that Jeffrey might be frightened by the scene, but I was wrong.
I couldn't believe that! "Jeffrey, I'm your mother. What nonsense are you talking about? Who taught you this?"
"Marissa! Why are you yelling? You're scaring Jeffrey!" Cecelia stood protectively in front of Jeffrey, hurling insults at me without a shred of compassion, quickly covering Jeffrey's ears. "Sweetheart, let's go eat and ignore your mom. She's just a crazy woman."
I staggered to my feet, only to be grabbed by Kristopher and dragged to the attic, where he locked the door.
"I don't want us to make such a mess. Think about it carefully and come out after you have thought it through."
"Kristopher, you fucking bastard! You locked me up! You will be punished! The law will not let you go! Kristopher! Kristopher!"
My cries were desperate, yet no one paid attention.
There were no windows in the attic. It was an enclosed space, and my shouting was of no use.
This whole family was disgusting.
I was utterly heartbroken.
Without food or water for a day, my weak body gave out, and I fainted.
My spirit hovered in the air, filled with pain and hatred.
In the next moment, the world spun, and I found myself beside Kristopher.
Next to him was my best friend, Yvette Savage.
She was the mistress Kristopher kept outside.
Jeffrey, looking obedient, held Yvette's hand as if she were his mother.
The three of them together resembled a perfect family.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"