After my daughter’s tragic death,I spent every day haunted by visions of her. My husband said I’ve gone mad because there were no ghosts in this world.I told him there are,because I am the one. I am the vengeful demon who has crawled out of hell, burning with hatred.

Daisy is the new face at the ski club and my boyfriend's mistress. Her persona is that of a ditzy beauty; coquetry and cuteness are her deadly weapons. On the day of the championship final, she secretly switched my skis. As I plummeted from the high platform, the skis suddenly went out of control. I was thrown off course and slammed into the safety railing at the edge of the track. Daisy ran towards me, her worried expression belied by her malicious words: "If you die, your boyfriend, your position at the club, all will be mine!" "My dear, just step aside for me and die peacefully!" A surge of immense resentment and hatred burned within me like a fierce fire. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the starting point of the competition.

After seven years of marriage, I’m seen by everyone as the blissfully happy Mrs.Watkins. But in his heart, there is always a out-of-reach first love. And I knew before I got married that this Out-of-reach first love was my best friend, but I got married willingly. I thought I could melt his cold heart. Until one day, lying on a cold hospital bed, comforting my own abdomen that still ached faintly from the recent abortion, I proposed divorce to him.

I had been married to him for five years. Although he didn't love me, he didn't treat me poorly. But everything changed after his first love returned. I was unfortunately diagnosed with stomach cancer. My first instinct was to ask for his help. After explaining my situation, he trusted his first love and doubted my illness. Not only that, but his first love also falsely accused me of having an affair, and he didn't believe me at all, scolding me for betraying him. After experiencing disappointment and suspicion again and again, I could no longer bear it and decided to take a perfect revenge on him and his first love. In the end, he died, his first love was admitted to a mental hospital, and I successfully cured my cancer and survived.

After three years of trying, I'm finally pregnant. Today, coinciding with my husband's birthday, I bring a cake I baked myself to his office, eager to share the good news personally. But I'm mistaken for a mistress trying to seduce my own husband. "Everyone in the company knows that I'm Bryan’s wife! And my child is his true heir!" "You, a mere nanny, how dare you seduce the CEO and pretend the child in your belly is my husband's child, you're asking for death!" She wouldn't listen to my explanations, smashing the cake on my head and burning my face with the candles. Even after beating me to the point of miscarriage, she didn't stop, stripping me naked and tying me to the entrance. Then, she cooed to my husband, seeking praise: "Honey, I cleaned up a slut for you today, how will you reward me? That car from yesterday was nice, let's have it!" But when my husband arrived, he knelt before me, begging for forgiveness: "Carol, the child in her womb is just from my sperm, I have nothing to do with her, believe me!"

My son died in a car accident on the way to school. I took his urn out and my husband regretted it.

In the third year of marriage with Baldwin, he appeared with first love on our wedding anniversary. His good friend stopped him at the door:"Why did you bring her here? You're not afraid Maria will be angry?" He bent his head and kissed the lips of the girl in his arms and smiled. "This marriage used to be a sham, how can I really care about her." He held his first love in his arm, running around in the banquet. I became the joke, and everyone was sure I would lose my temper. But I did not, even with a decent smile on my face all the time. Until the news of the famous actor Adrian's death from depression spread across the country. I left everything behind and went to find him overnight. On the day Adrian was buried, Baldwin stood in front of me with red eyes and his voice trembled: "Maria, you said you were his wife." "What am I then?"