My sister and I were kidnapped by our enemies at the same time. When Edward arrived, I was barely clinging to life, having been tortured, while my sister, who had pushed me into the hands of the kidnappers, was unscathed. The kidnapper held one of us in each hand, forcing him to choose who would live. He looked at me with concern, but called out my sister's name. The bullet missed my sister and went through my left arm, hitting the kidnapper. I fell into a pool of blood, watching my husband hold my sister tightly.

I am a natural healer, the most respected healer in the werewolf tribe. At midnight, my ex-boyfriend, the alpha of the tribe, Harold, called me. His “little canary” had fallen from the bed. He asked me to come and heal her. "If you can't cure her, I'll make all of you pay," he threatened. For the sake of the substantial amount of money, I decided to swallow my pride. One day, I suddenly heard the thoughts of my ex-boyfriend, Harold. "Even when my wife is giving injections, she's so charming."

On my daughter's birthday, my husband bought a cake to celebrate her birthday. Soon, he received an urgent call and left in a hurry. I ate cake with my sad daughter. My daughter had an allergic shock because of the chocolate in the cake. I was anxious to hold my daughter to the hospital, but no car was willing to stay for us because of the heavy rain. I had to call my husband, but my best friend's anxious voice came from the other end. "Send my Ronnie to the hospital quickly. He has a fever!"

My husband's father passed away. I managed the entire funeral arrangements alone. Yet I unexpectedly stumbled upon my husband having an affair with his stepmother, three years his senior. His fingers pinched her cheek as lust consumed him, leaning down to kiss her. In hushed whispers, I heard him say: "I shall inherit everything from my father—including you, stepmother." Witnessing it all from the corner, my heart grew cold. After enduring so much, I finally resolved to walk away. Later, my husband regretted it. He knelt, eyes red, begging my forgiveness. But reconciliation was impossible. Because he didn't know. My approach to him, my marriage to him, had never been born of deep love...

I was drowning. My fiancé, hearing my cries for help, rushed over, and for a moment, I thought I would be saved. But he swam towards my Julie, who was farther away, without looking back: "Betty is more delicate; I must save her first. You hold on a little longer!" Little did he know, I was pregnant.

I was Gene Wells" most devoted admirer, the one who"d do anything for him.Even though I knew he was doing it for his first love"s eyes, I willingly donated my corneas.In a game of Truth or Dare, Gene Wells" first love asked him, “If it weren"t for Jennifer, could we get married?”He smiled wistfully and replied, “Yes.”People felt sorry for me, but also thought I deserved it..In the laughter-filled private room, I pulled out a contract and declared, “The ten-year term is up. We owe each other nothing.”Later, he sold his company and squandered his entire fortune just to see me, but he never managed to catch a glimpse of me.

My husband cheated, yet he had the audacity to claim he was doing a good deed. "Trista is your sister, and her husband is disabled and can't have children. What's the big deal if I help her have a baby? Why are you being so petty?!" I was so enraged by his absurd reasoning that I could hardly breathe. Later, I discovered they had been conspiring behind my back. I divorced him assertively and then became involved with my ex-husband's uncle, my stepsister's disabled husband. "Mr. Sharp, I'm missing a husband, and you're without a wife. Shall we get married?!"

When I was 29, I received a large inheritance. From William, the math prodigy. According to the lawyer, he only had one last wish. Every year on the anniversary of his death, I need to bring a bouquet of jasmine flowers to his grave and talk to him. Just me, no family.