My wedding day. The groom was Tim, the city's most eligible bachelor and CEO. Mom, despite her illness, had checked herself out of the hospital to witness the ceremony. She waited all day, but the groom never appeared. The shock and anger triggered a heart attack, turning our wedding into a funeral. Seven days later, I was collecting Mom's ashes after her cremation when I finally received a call from Tim, my boyfriend of seven years, who had been missing since the wedding day. I expected an explanation, but all I got was an order: "Eat what's in your hand. Now." "What?" I stared at Mom's ashes in my hand, my mind going blank "Film it. Eat it right now and let me see."

The End of the World, brought by torrential rain and raging floods, left us starving and lacking medicine. My daughter suffered from a relentless high fever, but all the fever medication, Children's Panadol, was given away by my husband to his childhood sweetheart. Because she had period cramps! My daughter died, and the childhood sweetheart was still whining on Instagram: "Besties, girls have to be good to themselves. Never use medicine that has been opened." The caption was accompanied by a picture of bottles of Children's Panadol being poured into the toilet. I went crazy instantly, grabbed a knife, and was about to fight the scumbag and the bitch, but the good-for-nothing man chopped me into pieces and threw me into the vast flood. When I woke up again, I was back to the time before the storm. This time, it was my turn to "repay" them, and I wouldn't forgive a single one of them!

Mom donated her heart to my dying brother on her deathbed, but someone intercepted it. My husband, holding a woman crying in his arms, threatened the surgeon, "This heart must be saved for Wendy's aunt." "Thirty million dollars should be enough to buy this heart? I can double it if needed. Let's see who dares to take it!" I knelt and begged him to give me back the heart, or my brother would die. He looked down at me coldly and insulted, "Alice, have you no shame?! You're jealous of Wendy, so you resort to this?!" A week later, I knelt at the graves of my mother and brother and received a call from Ben: "The wedding is canceled for now."

On the evening of our seventh wedding anniversary, our family of three went camping on a mountaintop. Midway through, my husband, Alger, got a call and drove off. In the middle of the night, our son developed acute meningitis. I carried him down the mountain to the hospital, calling and texting my husband repeatedly. The call went through at dawn, and a young woman’s voice said, "Alger is still asleep. He was exhausted last night. I'll let him know you called." Touching my son's already ice-cold face, I said, "Divorce, or death. Choose one."

I was an art student who, after graduating with honors, was accepted into the Music Academy. At the same time, I had gained a small online following for posting covers of songs. However, when I uploaded a song I wrote myself, the comments were filled with accusations of plagiarism. Even my classmates looked at me disapprovingly, urging me to apologize first. When I listened to the song in question, I discovered that the melody was identical to mine, but it had been released a day earlier. The person who posted it was from the same school as me, but she was a dance student. I tried to prove my innocence but couldn't explain why the two scores were exactly the same. Avid fans reported me to my school, and my kind teacher looked at me with disappointment in her eyes. They even found my home and sent wreaths to my parents, which angered them so much that they were hospitalized with heart attacks. My phone was bombarded with countless calls. In a daze, I fell into the water and drowned. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the song was released...

The day Sam and I got our marriage license, Phoebe slit her wrists. Sam left me outside the clerk's office and rushed to the hospital. He didn't come back that night. Instead, Phoebe posted on Instagram: "[You once said, no matter what, I'll always be your must-have.]" The photo showed Sam slumped beside her bed. My eyes burned as I read it, and I quickly typed out a response: "[Trash ultimately belongs in the trash can. Scumbag and bitch, perfect match!]"

After Being Slandered as a "Scholar Bitch" by My Advisor's Wife, I Was Ambushed in My Dorm by a Group of Self-Righteous Bullies "Aren't you just a whore? You're an embarrassment to our school!" "Not focusing on your studies and trying to sleep your way to the top? Dream on." They cursed and hit me, trashing the dorm. I called my father's secretary: "Tell my dad to transfer the husbands of everyone here today, whether they're professors or associate professors, to gate duty." "And call the police and get a lawyer. They smashed my antiques, luxury goods, and haute couture worth hundreds of millions. I want them to pay until they're bankrupt."

My father was falsely accused of secretly filming and harassing a woman on the subway. During the altercation, he fell and was sent to the hospital, where he died despite receiving emergency treatment. While I was consumed by grief, my husband, Granger, vanished. Later, when I pressed charges against the woman for defamation and manslaughter, Granger reappeared as her defense attorney, arguing for her right to self-defense...

After striving together for three years, my boyfriend became the richest man when the company went public. We got our marriage certificate that very day. I was going to take my 500 million yuan dividend home, but my husband tried to dissuade me. I laughed at him, saying that he thought everyone was bad just because he had been caught in the rain. My billionaire husband suggested a bet. Confident, I asked him what the bet was. He told me to go back home and tell my family that I had won 500,000 yuan in the lottery as a test. If he lost, he would do all the housework from then on. Before I left, my husband saved a number on my phone and said it could save my life.