My parents brought me, who had been lost outside, back home, only to make me marry into another family in my sister’s place. Unexpectedly, I was set up, and I accidentally had an affair with Caleb Hart. For the sake of the family’s reputation, I had no choice but to marry Caleb Hart, the man who loved my sister. My sister Vivian, on the other hand, was sent to marry into the Ashford family and take care of that seriously ill old master who had not shown himself for years. On the day of the wedding, Vivian, unable to bear the humiliation, eloped with another man. From then on, Caleb hated me to the bone. Over decades of marriage, I was neglected, humiliated, and ignored. No matter how much I explained that I was also a victim, it was of no use.   When I finally breathed my last, worn down by years of misery, all he did was send someone to deliver a message—"Mara, get the hell away from me in your next life."   When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the very banquet where the whole mess had begun.   Before I could even react, Caleb slammed his wineglass onto the floor.   The shards skittered straight to my feet. When I looked up and met his gaze, his eyes were cold enough to freeze me to the bone.   I knew immediately. He had been reborn too.   This time, he was determined to cut all ties with me. Right in front of both families' elders, he laid out his proposal.   "Let's move up the wedding. I want to marry Vivian as soon as possible. As for Mara... she was supposed to take Vivian's place and fulfill the marriage contract with the Ashford family anyway."   The entire room fell silent.   Every pair of eyes turned toward me.   I simply raised my eyes, completely calm.   "Fine. I'll marry him."

Every time I confessed my feelings to my boss, Derek Shaw, he shot me down without hesitation, then casually suggested some other guy I should date instead.   I'd chased him for an entire year, and I'd picked up the tab every single time we went out. Then came his birthday party.   I was standing right outside the private room when I heard him snort to his friends.   "Claire isn't even a woman to me. She's just my free credit card."   Then I walked away.    I told him I'd started dating the last guy he'd introduced me to.   The next day, he called that guy in front of the entire company.   The guy on the other end said, "Claire Bennett? I don't know anyone by that name."   I'd thought I'd been played yet again, so I blocked my so-called boyfriend without a second thought.   10 minutes later, the new CEO walked into the conference room.   The mole on the side of his neck was a perfect match for the one I'd stared at a million times in that photo.

When I was six, Mom gave birth to my little sister. Hiding behind a curtain in the hospital, I watched a man switch her with another baby girl. As soon as he left, I switched them back. Eighteen years later, a girl in a worn hoodie knocked on our door. Clutching Grandma's missing sapphire pendant, she ran sobbing into my mother's arms. "Mom, I'm your real daughter!" "Lily, the girl living here, is a thief. I'm the real Sinclair daughter."

8 years together, and Ethan had blocked me more times than I could count. If I didn't reply fast enough, he said I made him feel insecure. He once made me stand outside for 4 hours to prove I wouldn't leave. When the time was up, he rushed out and hugged me. "I knew you loved me." I thought I was helping a love-starved man heal. Only later did I understand: what he wanted was someone who could never say no to him. I paid his living expenses and used my savings to keep his company afloat. Yet he even expected me to reimburse him for the flowers he gave me. This time, I paid his bill, packed my things, and left with the dog. On our anniversary, he proposed to my best friend, Claire Whitmore, expecting jealousy to make me crawl back. It wasn't until he heard the boarding announcement over the phone that he panicked. But this time, I didn't wait for him.

Please divorce Dad and let Vanessa be my mom. Dad said he's a two-time world champion while you're just a homemaker. You're not good enough for him. I received that "honesty note" from my son at a parent-child workshop.   I clutched the note tightly, my heart aching. Years ago, I had given up my shot at the championship and returned home to take care of Ryan Carter and our son—and now I was being treated with such contempt. That night, Ryan brought out a divorce agreement he had already prepared. I signed it. Then I accepted my coach's invitation and returned to the chess world. 10 years ago, I had left the game so he could focus on winning the title. This time, I would sit across from him.

I died on the night of my 30th wedding anniversary.   Adrian Hart locked me away in the Silvermoon Pack's underground cell, claiming my scent was driving his wolf crazy. It was Lydia Reed's birthday too. He took the entire family to celebrate with her, while everyone forgot I had been burning with a fever for three days.   By midnight, the pack doctor finally unlocked the door. My hearing was already fading, and all I could make out was his voice calling my name before my phone screen suddenly lit up.   Adrian had someone deliver his final message, "Layla, in your next life, stay the hell away from me."   I really died. When I opened my eyes again, the Silvermoon Pack's moon feast was in full swing, its music drifting beneath the crystal chandelier...