When I went to the hospital to collect my medical report, I stumbled upon my husband accompanying his mistress for a prenatal check-up. I ran over in disbelief, weeping, to confront him. He kissed his mistress and said nonchalantly, "Melinda is carrying my child. Let's divorce." I shook my head frantically in denial, clinging to him and refusing to part ways. Later, tests revealed Melinda's child wasn't his. He travelled to the West Coast of the Pacific solely to seek my forgiveness. I magnanimously forgave his infidelity and refused to divorce him. After all, divorce would mean forfeiting my share of our entire fortune. And he was dying.

The feeling of death is cold. My wolf, Lyra, lets out one last mournful howl deep within my soul! Then, complete silence. That sound filled with pain and betrayal, echoes through my consciousness like a ripped mate bond. l, Elara, an omega from Blackrock Pack! I lie on the freezing forest floor, a silver arrowhead soaked in wolfs pain embedded in my chest. The intense pain has faded, replaced by a hollow sense of relief. "Why?" I weakly ask the figure standing before me. Alpha Karen-my destined mate. the future leader of Bldckrock Pack! There's not a shred of emotion in his icy blue eyes, just the detached gaze of someone looking down at ants. His powerful black war wolf strides behind him, eyes just as indifferent. “An omega doesn't deserve to be my Luna." His voice is chillingly calm.“Seraphina is the better choice. Her Beta lineage is pure; she'l bring stronger allies to the pack. Seraphina, that beautiful Beta female, is currently nestled in Karen's arms! With a victorious smile plastered on her face! lt was her who sweet-talked Karen into believing my existence was a stain on the pack's future!

I had been with Ryan Blake for five years, from school uniforms to wedding gowns Everyone envied our love My best friend used to say l'd never meet someone who loved me more than he did i believed her. But three days before our wedding,l accidentally saw a Whats App message pop up on his locks screen. 'I miss you so much, Are you coming tonight? The sender was my best friend.

I am Elena, the only daughter of the Costello family's military strategist. I was to marry my childhood sweetheart, Marco, heir to the Moretti family. Yet he leveraged three generations of influence amassed by the Moretti family within the Council to force through an agreement. An absurd agreement that betrothed me to that cripple of the Falconi family. Father stormed into Marco's office demanding an explanation. Marco merely leaned back indifferently in his leather sofa, letting out a light chuckle. "Don Costello." There was not a shred of respect in his address to my father. "Elena is your daughter. Would you truly let her marry a crippled good-for-nothing?" His gaze shifted to me, bearing an affection I had once adored, but now felt only as ice. "I've loved her for seven years—I'd never mistreat her. I merely wish her to yield, to temper her willfulness, and join Isabella as my woman." He paused, adding, "As equals." "Rest assured, this title is merely to prevent Isabella from being looked down upon. She’s quite sensible and will place herself in a subordinate position, faithfully... accompanying Elena." Isabella was a dancer he'd 'rescued' from his own nightclub. Fearing I might not tolerate her presence as his wife, he'd devised this scheme to force my acquiescence. But once the committee's agreement is signed, it becomes a legal bond between families, sealed with blood. How could it ever be revoked so easily? Later, my mother hastily prepared my wedding. On the day of my departure, the church bells tolled. Marco, dressed in a white suit, had been waiting at the church entrance since early morning. He rode up on his flashy white motorbike, smiling as he saluted my father: "Don Costello, I've come especially to collect my bride today." Little did he know, I was not marrying him. That night, snow fell relentlessly over New York. Marco knelt outside Luca and my new home all night long.

In my fifth year of marriage, I got pregnant. He picked up his first love and asked me to take care of her. ‘Jessica is pregnant. The meals should be more nutritious.’

After three years of marriage to Alexander Bennett, his first love returned with depression. On his birthday, I begged him to come with me, but his first love stood at the door with a knife, ready to slit her wrists. He was heartbroken, blamed me for her injury and left with her in his arms. People around me laughed at me: "You're just her fill-in". I laughed and didn't reply. Little did they know that my life was about to end. But when I fell to the ground covered in blood, Alexander went mad. He was finally ready to turn around and admit his feelings for me, but all I wanted was to die.

My daughter and my husband's first love both had cancer.When the surgery was approaching, my husband spent all our savings to treat his first love, while our daughter could only curl up and endure the pain.My husband urged me to be more tolerant, as his first love was dying, and the dead can't compete with the living.But he didn't know that his first love was faking it, and our daughter would never come back.

After three years of divorce, my ex husband suddenly sought to reconcile. He used the threat of donating bone marrow to my brother to force me to remarry and live a good life with me. I think he probably forgot a lot of things. I once fought for his career and got infertility. I have undergone five surgeries and two IVF treatments for infertility for two years. I have gone through countless size checks and suffered a lot. The result was that on the day I became pregnant, his mistress’s pregnancy test form also arrived. Also sent along were her provocative messages. “You are infertile, and everyone is laughing at you. Aron also said that you are a hen that doesn't lay eggs.” “Please vacate your space.” “Don’t think it’s great to work hard with him, men don’t see this.” “You can’t compare to me when it comes to having a child, and nothing else can compare to you I looked over and saw Aron holding his lover against the wall, his hands wandering around her. “I haven’t put in much effort yet, and you’re already pregnant.” Later, when we got divorced, he found a way to get me out of the house completely. So, he thought that if he remarried, all of this would be erased? How can I let him achieve his wish?