I married the same man seven times. He had divorced me seven times for his first love, just so he could spend vacations with her freely, and so she wouldn't have to deal with rumors or gossip. The first time we divorced, I tried to stop him by hurting myself. I ended up in the hospital, but he didn't even come to see me. The second time, I lowered myself to apply as his assistant at his company, just so I could see him more. By the sixth divorce, I had already learned to pack my things quietly and leave our apartment without a fuss. My meltdowns, my constant giving in, and my numb compromises only led to one thing: him coming back to marry me on schedule, and repeating the same old games. Until now. When I heard that his first love was returning to the country, I handed him the divorce papers first. As usual, he made a plan to remarry me later, but this time, he had no idea that I was leaving for good.

I think Micah Walker is the love of my life. I fight hard within my family to secure a grand wedding with him. My parents plan to launch a multi-million-dollar jewelry line called "True Love" on our wedding day. But seven days before the wedding, Micah tells me he has to marry his first love first to honor her late mother's last wish—then marry me afterward. He says impatiently, "For Ariana's filial duty, everything else can be sacrificed. If you can't let go of that money, then go marry someone else right now!" Turns out, in his world, I and everything I have built were always expendable—just some obstacles standing between him and his precious first love. I turn away and call my brother. "Kyle, keep the wedding as planned. Just find me a new groom."

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Nicholas’s first love was diagnosed with HIV at our hospital. I broke doctor-patient confidentiality and told him. Unfortunately, he thought I was lying. He not only accused me of killing a patient and got me convicted, and he even spiked my milk with abortion pills. At eight weeks pregnant, I bled heavily. I begged him for help, but he just walked away and sneered, "Finally, no one can stop me from being with Shereen." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day his first love was diagnosed with HIV. This time, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him. Since he loves his first love so much, I’ll gladly step aside.

My fiancé, Keith Odell is a hot air balloon pilot. His first love, Michelle Lavigne, insisted on taking a risk and flying to a thousand meters above ground when the balloon’s helium began to leak. In that moment of crisis, Keith grabbed the tandem parachute and leaped with her. With tears in my eyes, I begged him, “I'm pregnant with your child. Can’t you take me first?” But he reproached me. “Is this really the time to fake your pregnancy because of a bit of jealousy? You learned how to skydive but Chelle is afraid of heights. We’ll wait for you on the ground.” Then he forcibly shook off my hand and parachuted down with his first love. He failed to notice the hole in the only parachute he left me. Michelle had deliberately done it. Carrying our unborn child, I closed my eyes and leaped.

Forced into an arranged marriage with a wealthy man who was crippled, I expected nothing but a life of despair. Yet from our first meeting, he showed me a love I never thought possible, making me forget his condition entirely. As we fell deeper in love, my world shattered when his first love - long thought dead - reappeared during our honeymoon. Will the man who loves me dearly choose his past over our present?

My husband's first love and I were kidnapped at the same time. As a professional negotiator, my husband rushed to the scene as soon as possible to save us. When the kidnappers agreed to release one hostage, he chose to let them keep me to protect her. I knelt on the ground, desperately begging him to save me first, but his face was expressionless. "Tammy is still a virgin. If she's raped, she won't be able to handle it." "You're different. You're already married to me. Even if something happens to you, I won't hold it against you." He shoved me toward the kidnappers. He probably didn't know I was three months pregnant, and he was about to become a father.

On the day I discovered I was pregnant, my husband's first love—who also happened to be my half-sister—returned. Our five-year marriage, built on convenience rather than love, immediately began to crumble. As secrets from the past resurface and loyalties are tested, I must make an impossible choice: fight for a marriage that was never truly mine, or protect the new life growing inside me by running away from everything I've ever known.

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I'm seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you're already pregnant with my child, and we've signed the marriage papers. You've got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn't matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He's all yours."

After being reborn, the very first thing I do is schedule a hysterectomy. In my past life, my boyfriend's first love started a livestream channel to build her image as a brilliant OB-GYN. The moment she saw me vomiting, she deliberately claimed on livestream that I was pregnant. Right then and there, my boyfriend insisted that he had never even slept with me. I tried to explain, but she handed me medication to help sustain the pregnancy. She even told me to take care of myself and take them on time. Viewers made fun of my boyfriend, saying I had cheated on him. Furious, he broke up with me. Later, my personal information leaked, and countless men began harassing me for hookups. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped to my death. Meanwhile, his first love rode the fame wave of her brilliant OB-GYN persona, gaining followers and being idolized by her fans. But this time, I don't even have a uterus. Let's see how she plans to fake a pregnancy scandal now.

When my mother-in-law has a heart attack, my husband, who's a heart surgeon, is busy preparing food for his first love's cat. I call him and urge him to return to save my mother-in-law. He says icily, "What is wrong with you, Esther? How dare you curse my mother just to make me head home!" After that, he hangs up. My mother-in-law dies in surgery, yet he's busy with his first love. When he returns to see me holding an urn, he throws clothes at me. "Look at how Lexie bought clothes for my mother. All you know how to do is get Mom to pull these dumb acts!" I sneer. His mother is already dead—what use are those clothes?

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. Shawn sneered and dismissed his pleas, even telling doctors not to care for me. My son knelt and begged my husband's first love, only to be brutally beaten and thrown out. As I laid dying, I watched my battered son crawl to my side, leaving a trail of blood. We both took our last breaths together. Now, as a spirit, I witness the devastating consequences of betrayal and cruelty from beyond the grave.

My first story told from a first person point of view. You're my little brother or younger friend. 'Success for my buddies, success for my friends. Success is the only thing I understand. Head back home to the place I grew up. Give my medals to the ones that I love.'

When I took the cursed blade meant for my husband Lucian, I didn't know it would leave me with only three months to live. As my heart fails and darkness spreads through my veins, his first love Lily returns, weaving a web of betrayal around us. While I endure the pain alone, he's with her - in our bed, in our home, destroying the life I sacrificed everything to build. I've written him four letters, each revealing a truth he'll have to face when I'm gone. This is my final gift to the man who chose his past over our future. By the time he reads them, I'll be dead, and his regret will be the only thing keeping me alive.

After five years of marriage, I finally conceived Grady Winters' child against all odds. Eager to share the joyful news in person, I arrived at his company only to encounter Melissa Angeles, his first love just returned from abroad. What followed was a nightmare - scalding soup, a violent push down the stairs, and the cold realization that Grady might not be the husband I thought he was. As I lay bleeding on the floor, her mocking laughter and his apparent complicity shattered my world forever.

My name is Emilia, and for as long as I can remember, my life has revolved around one person. He was my first friend, my first protector... and my first love. I was never the kind of girl who stood out. Shy, quiet, always hiding behind thick glasses and the weight I carried—not just on my body, but in my heart. I wasn't beautiful, not in the way other girls were. I was awkward, clumsy, and painfully self-conscious. And because of that, I was an easy target. The prettier, more confident girls in my school made sure I knew exactly where I stood—at the bottom. But then, there was him. He was older, stronger, braver. And to me, he was everything I wasn't. While others pushed me down, he lifted me up. While others laughed, he defended me. Even when I was at my lowest, he never looked at me with pity. He saw me—not for what I was, but for what I could be. I didn't realize it then, but I was already falling in love with him. At ten years old, I told him I would marry him someday. I remember how he laughed, ruffled my hair, and told me he'd wait. He didn't believe me, of course. How could he? To him, I was just a little girl. But I believed in my own words.

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That's when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he'd never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. 'Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!' After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater. I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. 'You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!' Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.

I can hardly believe what a mess I've made of myself tonight. I swore I wasn't going to drink too much, but then Himari-chan kept pushing more of those strong cocktails on me, saying I needed to "loosen up." Well, I suppose I've certainly done that now. Somehow, I've ended up back in his room at this cozy lodge, straddling his lap with my long legs draped across his thighs. I'm usually the composed one, the put-together Ice Queen, but tonight? I'm anything but. Tonight, I'm the drunken mess pinning my first love down with my body, my ample chest heaving and pressed against his with each labored breath.

Ever since my CEO husband returned from his business trip, he's been acting strange. His hugs are stiff, and his kisses are empty. Even when we're intimate, something just feels off. When I ask him why, he just smiles and says he's tired from work. But everything falls into place the moment I see his first love stepping out of his Maybach, her body covered in hickeys. That's when I finally give up. I don't argue or cry. I just smile… and tear up the 99th love coupon. Once, he wrote me a hundred love letters. On our wedding day, we made a promise—those letters would become 100 love coupons. As long as there were coupons left, I'd grant him anything he asked. Over the four years of our marriage, every time he left me for his first love, he'd cash in one. But what he doesn't know is that there are only two left.

On the day of our marriage registration, his first love returned. For her sake, he left me at the city hall. He said it was dangerous at night, so he brought his first love back to our new house. I, who was forced to leave, however, encountered a violent criminal. After narrowly escaping death, I finally made up my mind to leave him. But he cried and begged me to stay. I found it ridiculously funny and said, 'Do you think I can accept a jerk like you who has no principles?'

After my husband Mark died from eating wild berries I picked, his first love Sarah and their son arrived claiming he'd given them our home, car, and owed them a fortune. To preserve his reputation as my mother-in-law begged, I surrendered everything - savings, house, all. Working three jobs to support my sick mother-in-law Judith for years while surviving on bread and frozen vegetables, I collapsed from exhaustion. As I lay dying in the hospital, Judith ordered doctors to stop treatment. That's when Mark walked in with Sarah and their child, tossing me five dollars: "Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years." Now I've awakened to the day of our fatal hike - and this time, I'll make sure his death is real.

Rogues attacked the werewolf hospital where I worked. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, rushed to the scene. Everyone assumed he'd come to protect me - his mate and the mother of his unborn pup. Instead, he ran straight to his teammate Ayla, completely oblivious to the rogue behind him raising a dagger. Without thinking, I lunged forward to push him out of the way. But to my horror, he grabbed me and held me in front of his childhood friend. The silver dagger pierced my abdomen, killing our pup instantly. As my colleagues tried to save me, my mate Paolo pulled them away, shouting, 'Save Ayla first! If anything happens to her, I'll sue your hospital in the werewolf court!' When they argued that I was bleeding heavily while Ayla only had a minor arm cut, I clutched my abdomen and told them to save her first. 'Forget it. Save her first.' Paolo, you once saved my life. Now I'm returning the favor. From this moment, we owe each other nothing. We should never meet again.

Stood up on her wedding registration day—then she met HIM! A whirlwind marriage, a secret crush, and the sweetest revenge unfold! The day Shen Qinghe was supposed to register her marriage, she called her boyfriend Xie Ling nine times—only to be stood up. Why? He was too busy proposing to his first love.Heartbroken but fierce, Shen Qinghe ended things on the spot. Little did she know, fate had a plot twist: she crossed paths with He Yan, and the two dived into a whirlwind marriage.He Yan showered her with endless pampering—breakfast in bed, surprise gifts, and a love so warm it melted her shattered heart. Just when Shen Qinghe thought life couldn’t get more unexpected, she made a stunning discovery: she was He Yan’s long-adored first love, the one he’d pined for silently all these years.What starts as a rebound marriage becomes a romantic comedy full of sweetness, as Shen Qinghe realizes her “revenge” is the happiest life she never saw coming.

My fingers trembled over the keyboard as I typed my first message to Night—just a shy hello in a fandom chat. We bonded over glitter nail polish, lace cuffs, and the way our voices softened when we were feeling vulnerable. Neither of us admitted it at first, but we were both living our truths online: beautiful, unapologetically feminine boys who dreamed of love. Then came the voice call. Then the video. Then the breathless realization—he was just like me. Gorgeous. Real. Ours.

For five years, I believed in Alaric's love and my destiny to become the first female Gamma of the pack. All that changed when rogues attacked me with silver, killing my wolf and leaving me broken. As I lay dying, I heard the truth from my husband's lips - he ordered my destruction to clear the path for Serina, his step-sister, to claim the position I'd trained for my entire life. Now crippled and betrayed by those I loved most, I must choose between submission or a dangerous path of revenge that could cost me everything.

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, her only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.

Alpha Ethan's first love died just days before their marking ceremony, and I helped him recover from his grief. When he finally chose me, I thought our love would overcome all obstacles. But after multiple miscarriages and a brutal attack that left me unable to bear children, Ethan revealed his true motives - he was avenging his first love's death by destroying me. Five years after severing our mate bond, Ethan has become the powerful Lycan Chairman while I struggle to survive as an underground club hostess. Our paths should never have crossed again, but when he finds me degraded and desperate, something in him awakens. Now he's begging for what he once cruelly discarded.

When my husband abandons his abducted parents to care for his first love, I'm forced to take matters into my own hands. This time, I won't repeat the mistakes of my past life. Reborn with the knowledge of how my love for him destroyed everything, I call the police instead of stopping him. As I race against time to save his parents alone, Shane remains oblivious to the tragedy unfolding—too consumed with Hailey to realize his family's life hangs in the balance. When he finally returns, the cost of his choice will be written across his face in lines of irreversible regret.

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After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my childhood crush, Emil McLaren. When he puts up a sign banning my presence at his birthday party, I pack my bags and decide to go to Wanoki Island. When he says my scent makes his house feel nauseating, I quietly move out without complaint. When he says he doesn't want to breathe the same city air as me after our graduation, I leave and never look back. Then he tells me my existence might make his beloved first love uncomfortable. I nod and soon go public with someone else. In this life, I do the opposite of everything I did before. Because in my past life, I got what I wanted—I married Emil. But then his first love jumped off a cliff. He called me her murderer and tormented me. In the end, I jumped into the sea in a state of mental confusion and died. This time, all I want is to live. So, I find myself someone new. However, Emil blocks my path, his eyes bloodshot as he glares at me. "Penelope, I'll forgive this little joke of yours if you come with me right now."

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine.

After years of loyal devotion, Madeline Carlton discovers her childhood sweetheart and long-term boyfriend Timothy Bloomberg has been secretly rekindling his relationship with his first love, supermodel Lacey Houston. As Timothy's public displays of affection for Lacey escalate while he continues to string Madeline along with empty promises, Madeline must make a choice: fight for a love that was never truly hers, or walk away and reclaim her dignity and career. When a life-changing classified work opportunity arises that will take her far from the heartbreak, Madeline seizes her chance at a fresh start, determined to prioritize herself for the first time.

I've always had a unique gift - I can hear the thoughts of anyone who doesn't truly love me. It's protected me from countless heartbreaks and even helped me pick the perfect pumpkins at the market. When I met Shawn, the silence in my mind told me he was the one. For two years, our love story seemed perfect. Until the night before our wedding, when his thoughts suddenly flooded my mind: 'If she shows up to disrupt the wedding tomorrow, sneakers will make escaping easier.' In that moment, I realized the devastating truth - I was just a substitute for his first love, Wendy. The stage was set for their dramatic reunion, with me as the discarded prop. But if they wanted a show, I'd give them one they'd never forget. I booked the first flight out, leaving them to star in their own scandalous drama at the altar.

"I'm gonna confess to him. Do you know him?" "Uh, yeah. He’s my boyfriend." You're Dylan's first relationship and he's got no experience but a shit ton of love. You're Levi's hundredth friend but first real love. Dylan finds out Levi is going to attempt to ask you out during class, so naturally, he rushes to stop it. The boys fight over you-- and you can side with your outcast boyfriend or the charismatic pretty boy you see in the halls sometimes.

The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?

Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him. Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line. "Justin, I'm hurt. My leg hurts so much!" Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me. "Alice is injured. I'll have to do this another time." With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment. I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives. At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts. When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues. I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. "You're so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She's my past, but you're my future." So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition. "Let's get married."

The day after my first shift, my Alpha mate Marcus Stone couldn’t wait to mark me as his Luna. He was the most powerful Alpha in Northern Regions. Rumors said he kept his distance from every beautiful she-wolf. Only I was the exception. Every anniversary, he would give me an exquisite red haute couture dress and a carefully arranged bouquet of moonflowers. I thought he loved the scent of moonflowers, so even though I was allergic to them, I happily accepted the gifts every time. Until at our mating ceremony anniversary banquet, I saw Marcus's childhood sweetheart Rose wearing a red dress, adorned with moonflower decorations. That's when I realized it was Rose who loved red dresses and moonflowers. Even when I was attacked by rogue wolves and lost our baby, he was by his first love's side. After learning the truth, I decided to leave him completely.

The Graham brothers once loved me more than life itself. Marcus peeled apples into roses for my hospital bed. Jeremy blushed through buying my first period supplies. Andrew swore he'd destroy anyone who hurt me. But when my adopted sister Mackenzie accused me of stealing her three-year thesis, everything changed. Their love turned to ice as they dragged me to the greenhouse, their words slicing deeper than any blade. Now I float above them, watching my brothers cradle my killer while my body rots where they left it. The madness has only just begun, and they haven't even realized I'm already gone.

"I, Leila the wolfless, reject you, Alpha Tatum as my mate and I denounce you as my Alpha! You are free to be with her." "Leila....I just thought—" "Don't! Where were you when I got the news of our child? With her! Where were you when I was kidnapped? With her! And today? You took her to the hospital, leaving me to bleed out on the street, and now you ask me, why didn't I tell you that when you left today, you were taking the life of our child?" All the years of sour jealousy, bitterness, pain and vain waiting burst out of Leila. In front of her is her Alpha, her husband, her first and only love, her saviour...and also the man who pushed her into hell with his own hands.

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Yet, my husband called to berate me, 'Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!'

For my entire life, I believed Kaelen was my fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. On the eve of my eighteenth birthday, he shattered that truth with a lie: a fake Luna, a borrowed pup, and a future stolen from me. When Rogues attacked and a silver chandelier fell, he saved her—not me. Then came the hydrotherapy pool, the icy water, his voice roaring, 'If you ever touch her again, I will make you Rogue.' That night, I stopped being Caelia, the girl who loved him. I became something new. Something unchained. And when I walk into the Silverwood Pack, it won't be as a broken Omega—it will be as the woman who survived his betrayal, and the wolf who remembers every wound.

My heart beats for someone who doesn’t even notice it. Every glance I steal, every word I rehearse in my head—he’ll never know. I sit across from him in the café every morning, sipping bitter coffee just to be near him, pretending my trembling hands are from the cold. But today, he looked up. Today, he smiled. And now I’m terrified that hope might finally be worse than silence.

The bell rings. Everyone leaves. I stay. Classroom 304 is silent, golden light slicing across Ms. Lee’s desk, catching the curve of her neck, the pen in her hand. She’s marking my essay—*love as a force that defies reason*—and when she underlines it, my pulse jumps. “You believe this?” she asks. I do. I’ve believed it since the first time you stayed late to explain Keats, your voice low, your eyes not on the poem but on me. Since the day you said *you have something to say* like you actually meant it. Now the air is tight. The hallway clock ticks. One choice: play safe, keep pretending this is about literature. Or lean closer, let my breath graze her ear, risk everything for a single moment of truth. Or cut through the lie—ask what this really is. She warned me. One misstep and I’m expelled. She’s ruined. But when she looks up, her lips part—just once—and I know she feels it too. The lights go out. Only the hall glows. Choose: walk away, or cross the line we both know can’t be uncrossed.

The day I divorced my third husband, the system宣判 I'd completely failed my mission. Married three times to designated targets, each chose divorce because of Wendy Somerfield. Given one last chance - make my own son choose me over Wendy to survive. But the son I carried for 40 weeks betrayed me like his fathers. They all blame me for Wendy's illness. My childhood sweetheart ex-husband pressures me to donate a kidney. My blind date ex-husband wields a scalpel against me. My love-at-first-sight ex-husband threatens me with our son. Spitting blood, I smile and agree. But when they see me wheeled from the operating room, those who betrayed me finally go crazy.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband arrives on the scene, but the first thing he does is carry his true love's son - the one who killed my son - into an ambulance. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do..." During my son's funeral, my husband roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" I look at the gaping hole in my son's head. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead. From now on, there's nothing between us.

I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.

The stench of silver dust filled the air as my broken body lay among jagged rocks. My mate Lucas didn't hesitate to scoop his first love Sophia in his arms and abandon me, despite my pleas that I carried his pups. His golden eyes, once filled with loyalty, now held only indifference as he shoved me back onto the silver-laced ground. "After pushing Sophia into this abyss and getting her injured, you still dare to compare with her," he snarled before vanishing into the light. The tunnel collapsed behind him, and darkness swallowed me as their footsteps faded away. But death was only the beginning of my journey.

My fiancé's first love and I fell down the stairs at the same time, and he chose to save her instead, leaving me to lie there in a pool of blood as I waited for an ambulance. On the brink of death, I begged him not to abandon me, and he only kicked my hand away, saying, "Elodie, can't you show a little kindness? Don't you see that Celeste is unconscious?!" I died along with the baby inside my womb, but my spirit remains, watching as he cares for her while denying any knowledge of me. And I know the truth - she fell on purpose.

My best friend and I caught the eye of the celestial princes and were brought into the heavenly palace as their consorts. She became the caged golden canary of the Crown Prince, Rudolf Frost, while I became the stand-in for the lost love of the Second Prince, Mose Frost. As fate would have it, their lost loves were one and the same person. Everyone in the Celestial Realm envied us, two mortal women chosen by celestial princes to live a life of luxury among the gods. But this blissful existence lasted no more than three years before their true love returned, and our good fortune came to an abrupt end. "I'll fake my death first, and then you'll pretend to fall ill and do the same!" whispered my friend. I nodded, and together we staged our deaths to escape back to the mortal realm. When their lost love brought people to expose our deception, the usually calm and collected Rudolf unexpectedly pulled my friend into his embrace. Meanwhile, the ruthless Mose imprisoned me in his palace, staying by my side day and night. Little did they know, this performance was one we had been planning for three years.

On Thanksgiving, my husband Steven showed up with another woman—Fiona Osborne, his first love, who had Alzheimer's and only remembered him. And he said she was moving in. "Erica, I stayed away from Fiona out of duty. But I'm not wasting what time I have left without her." Happy 50th anniversary to me. No gift—just a slap-in-the-face love confession. When my own son Anton accused me of keeping Dad away from his true love, I realized after decades of sacrificing my career and identity as a top lawyer to be the perfect wife and mother, I was never enough. Now, with my daughter-in-law Maya by my side, I'm drafting divorce papers and preparing to reclaim the life I gave up—starting with retaking the bar exam. The question isn't if I still have what it takes, but how far I'll go to make them regret ever taking me for granted.

I never thought love would feel like rebellion. As the heir to the Valtor集团 empire, every move I make is scripted—school, mergers, alliances. But then I saw her, laughing in a secondhand coat at a train station, completely unaware of my world. Now I’m choosing between duty and desire. My family won’t accept her. The press will crucify us. But when she looks at me, I don’t feel like a corporate prince—I feel human. And that might be worth losing everything for.

"If I collapse from heartbreak, promise you'll visit my grave..." Your needy Fiancé His fiancé, you. The first person who ever dared to scold him. Who laughed at him instead of fearing him. Who treated him like a normal person instead of a powerful CEO. It was love at first sight. From the moment they met, Adrian was hooked. Suddenly, business meetings felt too long because he just wanted to go home. Success felt empty unless he had someone to celebrate with. And worst of all? He became needy. Like, absolutely pathetic. He realized he liked getting forehead kisses. That holding hands could actually be better than winning business deals. That having his hair played with made him feel like he was melting. Of course, he tried to act cool about it at first. He was still a CEO, after all. But now? He's fully embraced it.

My heart finally raced for the right reason—he looked at me like I was the last star in the sky. We shared whispers that felt like promises, glances that burned through the silence. I let myself believe it was real. Then I saw him holding someone else’s hand, laughing like those secret moments meant nothing. Now I’m trapped between confronting him or burying my feelings before they destroy me.

Jasper Cole's first love accused me of kidnapping her on my anniversary with him. I was mute—I couldn't even defend myself. He held his "damsel in distress" and demanded I donate my blood to her. "If you still want next month's tuition and living expenses, you'd better cooperate," he threatened. I obeyed in silence. Later, I met a police officer and ran away with him. Jasper lost his mind.

By month four of my IVF treatments, my husband's childhood sweetheart posted a picture of herself cradling her baby bump. The caption? [Having a happy ending with my first love. A family of three.] And there he was—his hand in the shot, making a cutesy heart with hers. Oh, and the cherry on top? He was still wearing his wedding ring.

Kristel thought she had found forever in Galvin, even if their marriage was a secret contract. But on their first anniversary, with a life-changing secret in hand, she's blindsided by his demand for divorce. He wants his first love, Fiona, back. Yet, the more he tries to push Kristel away, the more intensely he's drawn to her, igniting a dangerous game of possession and desire. Can she protect her unborn child and her heart when her 'ex-husband' won't let her go?

I secretly sent Lena Parker, my husband Dominic Caballero's mistress, away to Sicara. I'm defying his authority as the Don of Coastwick, New Hudson. That very night, he abducts my parents and younger brother, using their lives to force me to reveal Lena's whereabouts. Dominic pushes his phone in front of me, showing my family tied to chairs with bombs ticking down. "Alyssa, you have 59 minutes," he says calmly. "Where's Lena?" This is the third time he's pressed me. First with questions, then with threats, now with my family's lives on the line. He once swore I was the only one he loved, that other women were just playthings. But now, for Lena, he's willing to kill my family.

A routine day at the hospital turns into a nightmare when a patient's family member attacks with a knife. Without hesitation, I push my husband Maxwell out of harm's way. But in that critical moment, he betrays me completely—grabbing my hand to pull me in front of his beloved junior colleague, Karina. The blade plunges into my abdomen, killing the baby I just discovered I was carrying. As my colleagues rush to save me, Maxwell violently pulls me off the gurney, screaming that Karina must be saved first. When doctors protest that Karina has only minor injuries while I'm dying, he accuses me of faking. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I realize the shocking truth: after seven years of marriage, Maxwell Conner values me less than nothing. As my blood pools on the hospital floor, I know one thing for certain—I'll never forgive him for this betrayal.