After finally marrying him, Ethan Stewart, who had once showered me with endless affection, suddenly grew cold. He began staying out all night and arguing with me over the smallest of things.   It wasn't until one day, while I was looking for him, that I overheard a conversation between him and his friends. "If it weren't for her family's wealth, I never would've married her. I only married her because I had no choice."   Later, I left the divorce papers behind and disappeared from his life, but he went mad.

After seven years of devotion, I was blind to the fact that my beloved held a first love so close to his heart. On the eve of our wedding. An anonymous email arrived in my inbox, revealing a passionate sex tape involving my fiancé and his first love. In the aftermath, he whispered to his first love, "If only it were you in that wedding gown. The mere thought of marrying that woman churns my stomach, I can hardly swallow." Eventually, as my fiancé wished, I ran away from the wedding, and he fell apart...

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I find myself caught in a robbery. The kidnappers press a gun to my head, demanding ransom from my family. Desperate, I call my husband—only to be met with his anger. "I told you I'm in a meeting! Can't you leave me alone? You're not going to die anyway!" But then I see him—his "meeting" was nothing but a lie. He walks right past the crowd, hand in hand with his first love. I'm rescued, but in the chaos, a bullet rips through my abdomen. Blood spills everywhere, and that's when I discover I'm pregnant—only to lose the baby. Still bleeding, I call him from the ambulance, but his response is as cold as ever. "Why do you have to be such a drama queen? I told you, I'm in a meeting! You're in a hospital, the doctors will keep you alive!" When I finally recover, the "gift" I give him for our tenth anniversary isn't what he expects—it's a divorce agreement.

When the kidnappers called Robert for ransom, he was by the sea with his lover Esther. I cried on the phone, begging him to save me, but Robert coldly hung up: "Mary, what game are you playing now?" Upon hearing from the police about my violated and discarded body in the wilderness, Robert lost his mind.

My fiancé and brother both fell in love with the student I sponsored, and for her sake, they were willing to strangle me to death without a second thought. They squandered my fortune, destroyed my company, and in the end, heartlessly left my remains in the wilderness to be devoured by wild beasts! After death, as I opened my eyes once more. I discovered that God had sent me back to the very day I sponsored that wicked woman! Reborn, I swore an oath to make them pay a price steeped in blood. After exacting my revenge, I rose to become the CEO of a publicly listed company, living a life of bliss— Yet, my fiancé and brother, filled with remorse, sobbed and pleaded for my forgiveness. Cuddled in the arms of my handsome husband, I coldly laughed and said, "Forgiveness? Go to hell!"

Everyone whispered in awe of my 'perfect' husband, the man every woman coveted, and I basked in the glory of their envy. But then, that fateful day—— I stumbled upon a web of deceit: he planned to drug and kill me! How can I save myself?

Driven by his desire to marry the love of his life, my childhood sweetheart broke off our engagement. My father was so furious he gnashed his teeth. My brother condemned his betrayal. Only my mother looked up at the sky calmly and said, "Since they've chosen to be heartless, don't blame us for what comes next." As she spoke, she nonchalantly pulled out a contract…… Later, my former fiancé knelt at my feet, trembling and crying, "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Penelope! For the sake of our childhood friendship, please forgive me!" My handsome husband stood behind me, his eyes cold as ice. "Are you hitting on my wife?" "No! I wouldn't dare! Please, both of you, spare me!" “Humph," I let out a cold laugh. Bad man, your worst is yet to come!

"Snap!" Aaron slapped me, forcing me to kneel on the ice surface at a chilling minus 20°C. "Heather, you're truly vicious! Katherine is already pitiable with her cancer, and you stole her cancer report just to gain my sympathy!" "I wish it were you who got cancer, and Katherine who was healthy!" I looked up into Aaron's eyes, filled with coldness and loathing, and gave a bitter smile. Aaron, you're right. It was me who had cancer, and I didn't steal hers; it was she who stole my cancer report to play the victim. I thought Aaron would be happy to know the truth. but instead, he went crazy……

After a near-drowning incident, I woke up to a shock—my college crush, the guy who had every girl swooning, was now my husband. But our wedding day turned into a nightmare when a call from his old flame sent him running to her, leaving me at the altar despite my desperate pleas. Everyone said I was a glutton for punishment, that I'd take him back no matter how much he broke me. They claimed I was madly in love with him, unable to let go. But with my memory of him gone, all I could do was laugh. I had no clue who this playboy was, and if he was a jerk, he could take a hike! I filed for divorce without a second thought. Post-divorce, I embraced a life of glamour and freedom, never looking back with regret. My ex, however, was a different story. He regretted our split, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and constantly bickering with his so-called true love. Then, one dark night, there he was on my doorstep, his eyes bloodshot, begging for a second chance as he knelt with a humility I'd never seen in him before. "Baby... please, just one more look," he pleaded. With a smile, I sent him packing: "Go to hell!!"

After three years abroad, my best friend is pregnant with my fiancé's child, and they've gone public on Twitter. Everyone expected me to break down, but quite the opposite happened. I laughed three times and immediately married his uncle. But on our wedding night, the jerk suddenly panicked. "Dana, I was wrong; you can't treat me like this!" His uncle promptly kicked him in the rear, exclaiming, "Get out! Who gave you the right to speak to your Aunt Dana like that?"

On the day I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, Caspian wasn't home. He said he had to meet a very important client. I called an ambulance myself and rushed to the emergency room, only to see my usually considerate husband comforting his ex-girlfriend, who had just returned to Zilaowood, in the waiting line. They were very intimate, their eyes locked in a way that spoke volumes. They looked like a couple who had been together for years. Lying in the operating room, I sent countless messages to Caspian, only to receive a reply: Busy. My calls were disconnected more than ten times before I was finally blocked. The doctor asked me, "Where's your family? We need a signature for the surgery." I opened my eyes slightly and said, "The one who was defending his companion just now is my husband."

My name was Camila Stevens. My husband, Alexander Tucker, has fallen in love with someone else. I should have seen it coming. What man could resist the relentless pursuit of a woman from a wealthy and powerful family, a woman who was both charming and stunning? The bond we forged growing up together, it seemed, couldn't withstand the onslaught of passionate love. I had decided to let go. Without societal opposition and me standing in their way, their different social classes and values had become the true test of their love. Alexander and a heiress' love seems to be nothing more than a dazzling firework display—a fleeting spectacle leaving behind only a pile of ashes. Their love didn't last long before Alexander began to regret it.