A message popped up on my boyfriend Calvin's WeChat. "Hey, thanks for taking me back to the hotel. Did your girlfriend say anything?" I grabbed his phone and quickly replied for him. "Wow, you're so considerate, unlike my girlfriend who only knows how to argue with me." Then I tossed the phone back: "Goodbye, ex-boyfriend." A man who doesn't respect himself is like spoiled milk. Lock it up, you rotten green tea!

After years of unsuccessfully chasing him, one drunken night I finally ended up in bed with him. When I woke up, he said, "So, how do you plan to take responsibility for me?" I woke up to an unfamiliar environment... Opened my eyes to white sheets, a white ceiling light, and a completely naked man beside me... Could this be a dream? The man beside me moved, lifted the arm covering his face, groped around on the bed until he found my waist, and pulled me close, burying his forehead in the crook of my neck. "Just relax, sleep a bit longer~" This voice... I pushed the man off me and gazed intently at his face. That face was still as handsome as ever, with distinct features and a slightly upturned mouth, looking utterly satisfied. He was Zane. The man I had liked for five years, whom I couldn't catch no matter how hard I tried, was so easily mine for the night?

My two-faced boyfriend pitifully proposed to me, "I'm nearing thirty with a Ph.D., while my girlfriend is in her prime twenties. What if she doesn't want me in the future? I need to lock her down now to prevent the golden goose from flying away!" I glared at him, "Who's the golden goose?" In the middle of the night, I shakily called my best friend, trembling, "Nuan Nuan, I feel like Matthew is going to kill me." My best friend was terrified on the other end, quickly trying to calm me down, "Grace, don't scare me. Where are you right now?" I was about to answer that I was at my boyfriend Matthew's place when the phone was suddenly snatched from behind. Matthew glanced at me sideways, pressed the red hang-up button, and slowly walked toward me.

"When did you start liking me, hmm..." I hadn't even finished my sentence when the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned intimate. He buried his head in my neck, his breath tickling me, making the tiny hairs stand on end. Still oblivious, I asked, "You haven't told me, when did you start liking me..." He moved closer, lightly nibbled my earlobe, and whispered, "Now's not the time for talking." Blushing with shyness, I mischievously bit his neck in retaliation. He hissed, leaned close to my ear, and said through gritted teeth, "Ava, are you a puppy?" The warm breath on my neck made me shiver slightly.

As I stepped through the company doors, I saw my husband deeply engrossed with his long-cherished ideal, Charlotte. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The reason my mother-in-law insisted I work at the company was to prevent her son from ruining his reputation, without having to play the villain in front of him. If she won't do it, neither will I. Not only did I refrain from breaking up her son and his muse, but I also swiftly divorced him and sincerely wished them a long and happy life together. Yet, my ex-husband grabbed my hand. "I was wrong, honey, let's remarry." "Get lost, you jerk, don't touch me."

At the welcome party, I accidentally pulled off the freshman's shirt. Since then, every night in my dreams, I see the freshman and his eight-pack abs. Afterwards, the freshman became the school tough guy feared by everyone, and he even brought his followers to settle the score with me. I thought he was here to settle the score for pulling off his shirt. But unexpectedly, he leaned close to my ear and said with a smile, "Senior, do you really like my washboard abs that much?"

The video showed an indecent scene between a man and a woman, with various sounds unusually clear in the quiet room. The man filming held up his phone: "That's you, right? This man doesn't seem to be your husband, does he?" The woman in the video was forced to watch her own affair video, her face flushed with shame and extreme anger: "Where did you get this video?" Thomas turned the phone screen towards himself, watching the video with great interest: "Wow, you're really having a blast, aren't you?" Lily tried to snatch the phone: "Where did you get this video?" Thomas raised the phone high, and Lily stumbled into his chest. Thomas looked at their position with ill intent, gently stroking Lily's waist: "What do you think will happen if your husband sees this video?"

In the eyes of outsiders, we are a match made in heaven, in perfect harmony and well-suited, with compatible backgrounds and abundant assets, the envy of everyone, like a fairy-tale couple. But only I know that he has never forgotten his ex-girlfriend. The reason he married me is simply because my personality is identical to hers. I truly love him, so even though I know everything, I have willingly lived with him as a substitute. But one day, I suddenly regretted it.

After being cheated on by my boyfriend, I drank myself into a stupor and ended up making out with a stranger during a game. After breaking up with my live-in boyfriend, I had nowhere to go. I wanted to stay at my best friend's place, but she refused and instead suggested I stay at her brother's house. Her brother, named Williams, was handsome and treated me well. He even willingly pretended to be my boyfriend to fend off my mom's pressure to get married. We got along very well. Williams often flirted with me, and there was occasional mild flirtation, but he never crossed the line.

I deliberately wore a sexy slip dress, put on some flawless makeup, and let my long hair down. At 27, I'm in the prime of my life, with tight skin, a curvy figure, and big, expressive eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: I hope this will sort itself out! Not knowing how many people the other side would bring, and since I was the only woman facing them, I chose a busy KFC for the meeting. In case anything happened, I could call for help. Liam was sitting in a café across the street, secretly watching every move here, ready to jump in if needed. I got there 15 minutes early and found a seat by the street. I glanced around, and just then my phone rang. It was a message from Liam: "Huaihuai, I'm sorry. I promise you, I will treat you well from now on and love you for a lifetime!"