To win over Gavin, I got up at six every morning to buy him breakfast, delivered drinks to him at ten, and at twelve, I would have lunch ready and wait for him at the cafeteria. Day after day, he finally agreed to be with me. Everyone around knew I was Gavin's doormat, and I was head over heels for him. Yet, I broke up with him on his birthday.

The day before school started, my dad took away my car keys. "If you don't exercise, you'll turn into a ball. Take this mountain bike instead." I looked at my slim and fragile self, at a loss for words. Dad told me not to flaunt wealth outside, and as a result, I was sneered at by my dorm mates. "My boyfriend is the most handsome businessman on the Fortune list. You've only seen someone like him in your dreams, right?" I picked up a call from my businessman boyfriend, at a loss for words.

I am a neurosurgeon. The first time I discovered my husband was cheating was when I found a slightly curly, yellow hair on his clothes that didn't belong to me. I'm a very professional person with short, black, ear-length hair, so it was obvious that this hair on him wasn't mine.

The heiress was openly mocked by her fake rich second-generation roommate. I thought such stories only happened on TV. But when I actually encountered it, I just found it amusing. I kindly warned my roommate not to be deceived by a scumbag pretending to be rich, only to be misunderstood and unappreciated.

At ten in the morning, Monica was still lying naked on the spacious double bed. She was awake but didn't want to get up or put on clothes, relishing in this lazy indulgence. At that moment, her phone rang. It was Prathik calling, and he said, "Mon, our contract is expiring at the end of the month. You should start looking for a place to rent soon." Monica ran her fingers through her messy hair, mumbling and nodding absentmindedly. With the phone resting on the pillow, Monica stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling somewhat at a loss. She was Prathik's contracted lover, with a contract term of one year, and it was about to expire at the end of this month.

I am the fake daughter of the Serenity family. The night the Serenity family's real daughter returned, I was sent back to my biological family. But a few months later, their whole family knelt before my mother and me. Pleading for our forgiveness. However, as I watched them being taken away by the police, I felt a cold indifference. I no longer had any connection with them.

Charles and I have been together for exactly three years, and last night, we celebrated our third anniversary. He was a perfect boyfriend, pursuing me since college. After six months of courtship, we naturally ended up together. He was the most popular guy on campus, admired by many women at school. Although he came from a poor family, he was earnest and hardworking. After graduating from college, he joined a company and within just a year, he was promoted to manager. He held me close, dreaming about our future: "Once we've saved enough for a house, we'll get married."

Due to our parents' broken relationship, my twin sister and I were forced to separate. Eighteen years later, she found me and proposed that we swap identities to experience a double life. I agreed, only because I had fallen in love with her fiancé. Three years later, she returned, wanting to resume our original lives. I sneered: You wish!

I am a landlady, seven years older than my boyfriend, and I've supported him through college until now. Yet he asked others online: "I started dating my girlfriend when I was eighteen, she's seven years older than me and has helped me a lot financially. Now I'm twenty-five, but I feel like I don't love her anymore. What should I do?" I replied directly with my main account: "Pay me back the money, and we're done!"

Prathik and I had been together for three whole years, and when we graduated, we naturally got engaged. Just when I thought it might be like this for a lifetime, his old flame, Jenna, came back. It really proved the saying: when the ex sheds tears, the current one loses. With the appearance of my childhood crush, Randy, and the other woman's provocations, I found myself increasingly out of sorts.

"I think my brother is acting a bit strange." "What's strange about him?" "He said he wants to be my boyfriend." "...What???"

I am the inexpensive lover behind a wealthy man. At a company-organized drinking party, Victor picked me up. To survive, I became his lover. A lover who talks money, not feelings.

I discovered my fiancé Simon's secret. Without my knowledge, he was keeping a woman who looked like a monster in the attic of our new home. [Don't rush, eat slowly.] Outside the attic door, I heard his gentle voice coming from inside, and it felt like a knife to my heart. We are about to get married, and he does this to me... I peered through the crack of the door, trying hard to see the woman's face, but the next second, I broke out in a cold sweat.

It is said that people with a tear-shaped birthmark are destined to be trapped by emotions and weighed down by love throughout their lives. And I have one. I've never liked it and wanted to get rid of it. But Arlon insisted it was a creator's favor towards me, and he liked it very much, so I decided to keep it. We knew each other for over a decade, loved each other for six years, but our marriage lasted only one day. "Vicky, you're disgusting." That's how Arlon, whom I loved for six years, described me.

The day Lavaya died was the third anniversary of my marriage to Zyron. True to being Zyron's white moonlight, even her death was so significant. Watching Zyron place the anniversary ring, originally meant for me, onto Lavaya's lifeless finger, my world collapsed. "Then both of you, vanish."

Everyone at school says I'm just a doormat around Spark. No matter how he treats me, I take it all in stride, and I never get angry. They don't know that when Spark was twelve, he injured his head saving me from a car accident. That's why I'm so devoted to him.

My boyfriend of several years cheated on me. Heartbroken, I went to a bar to drown my sorrows and, in a drunken stupor, groped a handsome guy's butt. Seeing the handsome guy's stiff and ashen face, I unwittingly threw him a flirtatious wink. The next day, when I woke up in bed, my boss was sleeping beside me. What should I do after drunkenly sleeping with my boss? Urgently waiting for advice online.

I'm just a well-behaved canary, but the Boss wants to make our relationship official. After being photographed meeting a director at night, caught in the center of rumors, the Boss asked if I wanted to publicly clarify. Me: "? Clarify what? That I'm your kept canary? That would be a first in showbiz!" Boss: "…What canary? Aren't you my girlfriend?"

"Here's a billion, I know you're a smart kid." I dated a younger boyfriend from a rich family, and his mom handed me a check, offering me a billion right off the bat. Alright, got it, I'll grab the cash and skedaddle~

My childhood best friend chased after her dream guy for five whole years, and during those five years, I secretly helped her. But then she turned around and hooked up with my boyfriend. With tear-stained, swollen eyes, my best friend pleaded, [Qir, it was just an accident. I won't try to take your boyfriend.] She clutched my sleeve tightly, [Please, don't tell Victor.] I took a step back and looked at her with a cold smile, [Sure.] Since she betrayed me first, I'll let her feel the agony of unrequited love.