I'm just a background character in a sweet romance novel. So on the night when the blind young master I'd been caring for over the past year was about to regain his sight, I handed in my resignation. Because I knew that soon enough, he would meet his destined heroine. But what I didn't expect was that on the night before I left, he accidentally took an aphrodisiac planted by his rivals. Liam's face was flushed. He casually tugged at his collar, revealing his delicate collarbones. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I found myself perched on his thigh. "Nora… I feel so terrible… Can you help me out?"

Two years of marriage to my patient, and this is where I stand. I discovered the truth through my medical records: he's been in love with someone else all along. Now, that person is returning this holiday season. As for me? I'm just his wife on paper, a marriage of convenience, an obligation he felt forced to keep. A bitter ache hollowed out my chest as I sat alone at the hospital through the night. Maybe I should just step aside and let them have their happy ending? But why should I be the one to suffer? Julian was the one who pursued me in the first place.

After my daughter's betrayal sent me back in time, I was reborn. Remembering how my first life ended in ruin, I swore I'd never micromanage her again. I bought a sleek new apartment, launched a livestream channel, and blew up overnight. But then she tracked me down, barging into my place with her good-for-nothing boyfriend. Bang—the door flew open as they screamed and smashed things like rabid raccoons. Online, she spun a sob story, flipping the script to paint me as the monster. Armed with receipts and recordings, I flipped the narrative hard, winning a tidal wave of new fans. As for my daughter? Let's just say the universe balanced the scales. My following skyrocketed, and that backstabbing daughter of mine? Well, karma came knocking at her door.

In the second year after I lost my memory, my boyfriend began bringing different women home. I gave him the silent treatment, but he said it would help me recover. "Lillian, once you remember everything, you won't feel this way anymore." And eventually, I did remember. Only... the one left hurting was Adrian.

He was hell-bent on marrying me, a convicted arsonist, and I, like a fool, believed every word. I swore he loved me to the moon and back until the truth shattered me. It turned out that he had rigged the evidence from the start, cold-bloodedly framing me to protect his precious sweetheart. I had to take the rap for the woman he truly loved and end up behind bars.

On Valentine's Day, my husband left me at home again. That's when I discovered he was having an affair. His words and actions left me completely disheartened. I decided to study abroad. After completing my degree, I returned home to divorce him, only to find him playing the victim online and harassing me.

I got locked up in a juvenile detention center just for loving my stepbrother, Dylan Scott, in secret. After my release, he still couldn't let go, dragging me into a press conference, parading me in front of reporters like some twisted success story. "Look how well I fixed her," he boasted, grinding my self-respect into dust. I moved on, giving my heart to someone who actually deserved it. But that's when Dylan snapped. On my engagement day, he locked me in a room. My wedding dress? Clawed to shreds until lace and silk littered the floor. Then came the knife at my throat, the cold steel biting into my skin as he hissed, "Say you love me." All because he couldn't stand losing control, not of me, not of his obsession. But love? That ship had sailed, burned, and sunk to the ocean depths. But that ship had sailed, and this world already held someone who cherished me above all others.

Mom screamed through twenty hours of agonizing labor bringing my little brother into the world, only for Dad to disappear in another country for work right after. Years later, he finally came home to take care of us himself, handing our nanny a hefty goodbye package to send her packing. But then that same nanny—who'd raised my brother as her own flesh and blood, and shamelessly confronted Dad, demanding he grant her official status in the family since she'd raised my brother as her own flesh and blood.

I finally got my brother's college classmate to fall for me—then my fiancé came back from abroad, demanding I honor our engagement. Panicking, I decided to bring my new boyfriend home to come clean. But it turned out that I had been a stand-in all along.

That jerk I hated lost his memory, so I jumped at the chance and told him he was my servant. I had him do laundry and scrub floors, loving how he obeyed, calling me "Master"—it felt so satisfying. Then one day... Ding! Mind-reading unlocked! His thoughts hit me loud and clear: 'God, she's cute. Want to kiss her cheeks.' 'Ugh. If she finds out I'm faking, she'll definitely kick me out.' My brain short-circuited. This sneaky bastard had been acting the whole time?

To save his junior from punishment, the man I loved most handed me over to our enemy. "Just spend one night with Jasper, and Bella will be safe." Everyone knew Jasper hated my guts. The years I was abroad, he tore the entire city apart searching for me. But Sam still pushed me through the gates of the Jasper‘s estate. "Is your virginity really more important than her life?" In the dark villa, Jasper lit a cigarette. "You're finally back in my hands." But — who is the hunter, and who is the prey? Who can really tell?

In the third year of my marriage to Adrian Vale, his first love came back. Without a second thought, he left me in the hospital just after my progesterone injection and rushed to the airport to pick her up. I told myself it was nothing more than a childhood bond. I never expected it to be only the beginning. Later, I finally came to my senses and asked for a divorce.

As I accidentally uncovered my sister Emily Jones's diary, a cold shiver raced through me with each word I read. On March 1st, Dad claimed Mom was away on business, but I saw her in the fridge. On March 4th, I watched Dad slice Mom into countless pieces. I was terrified. On March 7th, Dad devoured Mom completely! On March 9th, I spotted someone concealed beneath Lena's bed. Oh, it's a stash of food. She's one as well. Suddenly, Emily's voice pierced the silence from behind me. "Lena, what are you doing with my diary?"

I spent four years devoted to Adrian, and in those same four years, I endured nothing but humiliation. People mocked me, calling me a desperate doormat, yet I still believed I could win his heart. That illusion shattered the night he said it himself: "Since when does someone like me end up with a woman like her?" In that moment, something inside me broke. "You're pathetic," another voice said. "Step aside. Let me show you how life is meant to be lived.

Two months into my pregnancy, I lost the baby. Julian held me in his arms and said softly, "Elena, we'll have another child." Then he walked into the bathroom. Moments later, the phone on the bedside table lit up, and a series of photos flashed across the screen of a woman in a bunny costume, her skin barely covered. They were quickly withdrawn, followed by a message. Lydia: I sent that by mistake. I never got the second child he promised. What I got instead was proof of his betrayal.