My cat of six years nearly died. The vet told me she’d ingested something toxic—something she should never have been able to reach. My husband, however, was convinced its poor digestion stemmed from old age. The next afternoon, after my prenatal check-up, I stopped by his office to surprise him for lunch. I happened upon him being intimate with his secretary. "Won’t she suspect anything?" "It's just a beast. Even if it dies, what can she do?" Only then did I realise. He’d resented the cat from the start—said it was unhygienic, that pregnant women shouldn’t keep pets. He hadn’t just fed it expired treats. He’d done it on purpose. That’s what nearly caused the tragedy.

A stranger’s friend request popped up on my screen, the verification note cutting straight through me: “Your husband has always loved me. You were only ever a stand-in.” Seeing this baffling message, I assumed it was a prank, yet somehow I found myself accepting the request. The moment I accepted, she sent a taunting message. "I'm back. It's time for you, the stand-in, to step aside." My mind churned with disbelief. Lean loved me—hadn’t he? Whatever else had fallen apart between us, I’d never doubted that once, he had.As message after message arrived, I grew increasingly too afraid to open them.

When my ex-boyfriend begged me to attend his Halloween party, I was busy picking out a daring nun costume for our final face-off. He’d once called me boring and forgettable—then immediately started dating some wild party girl. Now he wanted me there, probably to show off how much “better” his life was without me. At the party, the moment he saw my outfit, that smug grin spread across his face."Look who is here? What’s the matter—miss me already?" I didn’t even glance his way. Instead, I walked right past him to the man standing behind—my flatmate, dressed as the devil, all charm and sin. I placed a finger on his chest with a teasing smile: “Forgive me, Mr Devil, I am guilty. I wish for you to punish me, forcing me to repent all night long."My ex’s grin vanished on the spot.

I am a brilliant surgeon, yet also a naive young woman. I believed business elites would be moved by my sincerity. Until that rainy night in his office, as I touched my barely rounded belly, I heard him speak coldly: "Did you think I married you for love? Your family's gold mine-I intend to claim it." In that moment, I finally understood: from start to finish, I was nothing more than a business transaction.

Years of marriage with Jason couldn’t but the love I had with him couldn't compare to the relationship he had with his childhood sweetheart. On my birthday, he kissed her on stage, ignoring me completely.I chose to step aside and let them be happy.Yet, his childhood sweetheart accused me of being a murderer.

In the third year of my marriage to Steve Buck, his first love came back pregnant. To make matters worse, I was in a car accident and died. One day, his first love said she wanted to eat chocolate donuts I used to make. That's when Steve Buck remembered me and sent a message: "Make some chocolate donuts and bring them over. Eve says she wants to eat them." Oh, he still doesn't know I've already died.

I was a childhood sweetheart with Jack, and Melanie suddenly appeared. It is said that the feelings of childhood sweethearts can't compete with newcomers. Not long after she transferred to school, someone saw the empty stairwell after school. Jack lowered his head to review his mistakes like a docile puppy. Later, Melanie and I had a little conflict. He said lightly, "I don't want to see Linda at school. ” My parents immediately transferred me for fear of offending the Jackson family. Since then, I didn't dare to show my face in front of him as if I had disappeared from his world. But later on his birthday, he knocked on my door，with an embarrassed and aggrieved face: "Did you forget that today is my birthday?"

My husband's lover was pregnant. My husband held my hand and said, "I know I'm not good enough for you, but Alison is pregnant." My husband's lover also called and said, "I didn't mean to break up our family." I later had to operate on a pregnant woman at the hospital. His lover, Alison looked at me with horror and screamed.

My daughter died on her 13th birthday. I realised my husband didn't like me or my daughter. What I had been resigning myself to was just wishful thinking. I hugged my daughter's body and cried. My husband was with his first love and her son. When I brought my daughter's ashes to the door to take revenge, my husband cried out for a change. That's when he remembered how good I had been to him and began to beg bitterly. 'Wendy, I was wrong before, please forgive me. We will surely have many more children after that.'

I had finally been admitted to a film academy, clutching my admission letter as I rushed to my brother's office with pear soup and cold medicine, eager to share the good news. But instead, I found a girl he sponsored, who accused me of being an opportunist. She tore up my admission notice, tied me to a chair, and brutally beat me, even slashing my face with a knife. "You slut, thinking of using Godfrey to fund your film academy dreams? Without your face, which academy would want you!" Moments later, she cooed to my brother, "Godfrey, the slut trying to seduce you has been dealt with. How will you thank me?"

After the divorce, my ex-husband was famous. I was shopping with my boyfriend and saw my ex-husband's autograph session. My usually-uninterested-in-everything boyfriend’s eyes suddenly sparkled. I was surprised, "You like him?" "Many people say I look like him." He asked me, "Do you think we look alike?" "No." I said, "He has a mole on his arse, unlike you." Then the corners of a certain man's mouth slowly pressed down again.

The seventh anniversary of the wedding I specially booked a romantic restaurant, waited for William Bennet for three hours, and finally only waited for a message relayed by his assistant: Sorry, Mrs.Bennet , Mr.Bennet is on a temporary business trip. On my way home, I passed by an intersection where a multi-vehicle accident had occurred. When I dragged my bruised body out of the broken car, I saw William's panicked frown flash in front of me. I watched as he pushed his way through the chaos and ran past me to the girl in front of me. "I'm sorry Bella I'm late." He gently kissed the girl's palm, "Don't be afraid, you'll be fine.” He held her up and orderd at his assistant to clear a path, completely oblivious to me standing just half a step away the whole time.

All of this is because I sent a birthday present to Ryan's brother. He broke up with me in a cliff like manner and left for a foreign country without saying a word. Three years later, he finally calmed down. After landing late at night, he arrogantly asked me, "Do you know you're wrong At that time, I was being kissed by his brother and my legs were weak. His brother whispered to me, "I know I'm wrong. Let me go back to my room and sleep tonight."

I was drowning. My fiancé, hearing my cries for help, rushed over, and for a moment, I thought I would be saved. But he swam towards my Julie, who was farther away, without looking back: "Betty is more delicate; I must save her first. You hold on a little longer!" Little did he know, I was pregnant.

After finishing the usual mea! my family loves, tidied up the cabin and carried the scraps outside to throw away. Alpha River came back, running in his wolf form- with Scarlett, the woman he oncelloved, sitting on his back. Her face was pale, her whole body trembling, the unmistakable aftermath of a mate bond being torn apart. Alpha River himself was covered in gashes, proof he'd just fought another wolf not long ago. My pup rushed up and clung to Scarlett, rubbing against her playfully. Alpha River looked at them with such tender affection that he could barely keep the smile off his face. I calmly dumped the scraps, and in that quiet moment it struck me-perhaps the mate bond between him and me had long since become nothing more than an empty title.