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She Destroyed Her Husband's Family to Take Revenge
Modern Five years ago, Dinah Flynn married Jeffrey Scott, although everyone had objections.
She loved nothing but his face, especially his eyes.
She loved him so much that she could tolerate his infidelity.
Even when she found out he had brought a mistress to their home for three days and nights, Dinah was not angry.
"Jeffrey has gone too far! Dinah, have you truly fallen for him?"
Dinah looked at her furious friend and answered earnestly, "As long as I can see his face, I can always forgive him and will always love him. I owe him this."
A day later, Jeffrey and his mistress were in a car accident while they were out on a trip.
He was left with a scar on his face that would never heal.
Dinah left him coldly and disappeared from his world completely.
Later, he got down before her and asked her why.
She gently traced the scar by his eye and felt her heart ache more. "Jeffrey, he died one more time because of you." A Crown of Strength
Romance Everyone said Xander Fuller loved me deeply.
If it had been a day earlier, I would have believed it too.
But then I saw him through the hospital window, holding a sobbing woman tightly in his arms. "Don't overthink it! She's just your stand-in. If I didn't play the part, what if my enemies went after you? Thank goodness the explosion didn't hurt you, or I'd regret it forever!"
I looked down at my scarred hands and gave a bitter smile.
When my life hung by a thread, Xander saved me and gave me a love that felt one-of-a-kind.
Back then, I naively thought I had found happiness.
But when enemies kidnapped and tortured me to threaten him, he acted indifferent, even showing a hint of relief in his eyes.
I didn't understand why back then, but now it all made sense.
I touched my mother's portrait and dialed a number I hadn't called in ages.
That night, bodyguards surrounded the hospital entrance, bowing respectfully to me. "Welcome back, Miss!" Reclaimed by the Mafia Heir
Romance In the fifth year of marriage, Nora Yates stumbled upon scandalous headlines linking her husband to another woman.
His friend teased him. "Stefan, you're ruthless. Just because Nora stole Izabella's boyfriend, you married her, pampered her, and fed her those pills until she's practically a fool."
Stefan Gordon, cradling a pregnant Izabella Stewart, spoke coldly. "She made Izzie unhappy. She has to pay the price."
Outside the private room, Nora, battling severe depression, nearly collapsed.
Her trembling hands dialed a number. "Tell that company I'll join."
For five years, Nora had been a housewife, confined to her sickbed.
Everyone forgot she was once a legendary hacker, feared by every major corporation. My Fiancé Married Me To My Rival
Romance At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out.
When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage.
I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was.
He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt.
"You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon."
I froze, thinking he was joking too.
My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love.
Eventually, I was about to marry Liam.
But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go." An Unforgettable Ex
Billionaires On our seventh anniversary, I inadvertently stumbled upon a hidden confession in Liam's public Facebook post.
It was his unrequited love for Destinee.
I realized then that the initials letters on our wedding rings were never meant to stand for Liam and Divya, but for his unwavering longing for Destinee.
He was eager to marry me on a holiday, not out of love, but because Destinee was also getting married to someone else that day.
"Divya, what is the fuss again?" Liam asked, standing at the door.
I turned to face him calmly and said, "Liam, let's break up."
He furrowed his brows slightly, trying to snatch the phone from my hand as he entered the room, only to find that I had already saved a screenshot.
"Why are you so upset about an old post?" The Forgotten Neighbor
Romance At seventeen, Beatrixa Watson and her neighbor Maverick Fuller tasted forbidden fruit, hiding their romance from everyone.
That day, she nervously held her homework, seeking his help.
Her budding affection burned too brightly. He noticed her feelings and gently coaxed her to lift her skirt.
"Don't be afraid. It won't hurt," he said.
Her unease and resistance melted under his charming, tender smile.
After that day, whenever Beatrixa visited him next door, his voice carried a teasing warmth. "I worked so hard helping you with your problems, Bae. How about a little reward for me?"
Her cheeks flushed as she agreed. When passion took over, he always kissed her forehead. "Bae, you're so good. I really like you."
He promised to go public with their relationship once she got into his university.
But when she arrived at his house, clutching her acceptance letter with excitement, his careless, mocking voice stopped her cold. "The only one I care about is Bailee. Beatrixa's just the neighbor girl. If Bailee hadn't been abroad as an exchange student this past year, and if Beatrixa didn't look a bit like her, I'd never have been with someone as overweight as her. Now that Bailee's back, it's time to ditch this problem." The 1314th Jilted Bride
Romance For ten years I planned our dream wedding-over and over-while my CEO fiancé Kody Morgan found ways to miss every single one.
Ever since Tonya Buckley, his childhood sweetheart, returned to the country, my wedding had become a ticking time bomb.
She caused a scene on the eve of my wedding, and Kody always stood me up.
This last time, Tonya cut her finger, and a few drops of blood spilled dramatically.
Kody anxiously ran red lights, risking everything to rush her to the ER, insisting the doctor check her carefully.
Meanwhile, I faced the guests' derisive stares and received only Kody's dismissive excuse.
"Does it have to be today? We've canceled the wedding so many times already, let's reschedule for next weekend. Tonya passes out at the sight of blood, so I need to stay with her. I really hope you understand."
He reminisces about their childhood bond, granting Tonya every request, while neglecting me.
Actually, I didn't have to marry him.
When his absence became a pattern, I chose a man who'd actually appear. Rebirth Over the Deep
Romance I had thalassophobia, a condition rooted in an incident ten years ago when I saved Alec Johnson from a dangerous undertow.
He once held my shivering body and swore he would never let me near the ocean again.
Later, his first love, Rosalyn Martin, known as the "Mermaid Dancer," injured herself before a crucial underwater documentary shoot.
Unable to find a stand-in, he turned to me.
He locked me in a swaying cabin, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded, "Maeve, your build is the closest to hers. Please, finish this last underwater ballet scene for her. This is her lifelong dream. I'm begging you."
They forced me into a diving suit and pushed me into the dark, icy depths that had nearly claimed my life once before.
When I surfaced, driven by sheer survival instinct, I saw him cradling a tearful Rosalyn, soothing her gently. "Rosalyn, don't cry. Your dream is complete."
No one noticed I had nearly died down there.
He didn't know that every investment in his thriving company came from me.
What he was about to destroy wasn't just my love but his entire future. I Ruined my Ex-husband and my Best Friend after a Divorce
Romance I once believed that after enduring hardships, we would finally savor the sweetness of life once my husband, Rhett, completed his PhD.
However, on the day of his graduation, he shocked me by filing for divorce, accusing me of deceiving him into marriage by hiding a family illness.
What shattered my heart even more was that my best friend, Emeline, who was also my lawyer, "mistakenly" presented crucial evidence in court, leading to my defeat and leaving me completely penniless and homeless.
Wandering the streets with nothing, I sought out Emeline, only to overhear an earth-shattering truth outside her door.
It turned out they had been together all along and even had a child. They had conspired to accuse me of being the sick one to completely discard me.
Seven years of dedication and friendship were all lies, leaving only cold fury in my heart.
Quietly, I gathered solid proof to prove my innocence and returned to the courtroom.
This time, I was determined to hold them accountable for their deceit! Come Back, My Love
Romance In a marriage of three years that existed in name only, Eva gave her heart fully.
Just as Jake was finally starting to be moved by her sincerity, his first love, Ryann, returned.
Without hesitation, Jake chose Ryann.
Eva, devastated and feeling as if all hope was lost, made the tough decision to divorce him and went abroad to further her studies alone.
However, once she left, Jake came to a startling realization of his deep feelings for her that had been buried in his heart and also saw through Ryann's true deceitful nature.
Filled with regret, he wanted to win Eva back but underestimated the unyielding resolve and formidable determination of a woman.
This time, Eva was determined to move forward without looking back. Second Cut
Romance In my past life, I gave up my chance to become a top surgeon to support my husband Kyson Mason's career. I willingly stood in his shadow as his devoted wife.
After he achieved fame and success, he draped his arm around a younger colleague and said to me, "You're no longer good enough for me."
Divorced and left with nothing, my skills rusted, and I succumbed to depression, dying alone.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Kyson first urged me to quit my job.
He held my hand, his eyes brimming with affection. "Once I become department head, I'll make sure you live a good life."
I smiled and gently pulled my hand away. "No need, Dr. Mason. Also, let's get divorced." My scalpel was itching to see the light of day again. My Husband Forgot Me
Billionaires I was there with my husband when we started from scratch, moving from a rundown shack to a massive mansion.
On the day the company went public, he showed up at the celebration with a young woman on his arm.
He introduced her to the crowd, "This is my love, Ms. Barrett."
Someone asked, "What about your wife?"
He just smiled. "That old ball and chain at home? She doesn't belong at an event like this."
I stood quietly at the back of the crowd, holding a glass of champagne.
Then the screen behind him lit up, starting a video about the company's history.
At the end of the video, a chart of the company's ownership structure appeared.
My name and photo were clearly under the "Largest Shareholder" section, with a 51% stake.
A clip started playing. A younger version of my husband, looking shy, said, "Everything I have, I owe to my wife. Without her, none of this would exist." Sir, I Won
Billionaires She was a girl from humble beginnings, while he was the heir to a billion-dollar fortune. What started as a spiteful pursuit soon entangled them in a web of interests.
To him, she was merely a companion for his whims; to her, he was a stepping stone, a partner in their charade. He discarded her for his idealized first love, even allowing others to humiliate her in public, unaware she was already carrying his child.
Despite the abuse, insults, and online harassment, she appeared fragile and tearful, all the while secretly gathering evidence and discreetly reallocating assets.
When he got engaged to his idealized first love, she, pregnant and determined, disappeared overnight, leaving behind a box of shocking revelations.
By the time he realized his mistakes, he was left drained of his value, left physically and emotionally devastated by an accident, and deserted by those he once trusted.
In the end, she returned with their son, armed with a paternity test, and made a triumphant return to the company, a smile lighting up her face. My Boyfriend Pretended to Forget about me, and I Put him to Jail
Romance My boyfriend, Cayson Morris, had a car accident and lost his memory.
I kept vigil by his side, always thinking he would come to remember me.
But later, Lydia George, his first love, came back from abroad, and he finally "regained" his memory.
He said to me, "I never lost my memory. I just used you as a stand-in, and now I'm tired of it."
On the same day he broke up with me, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in his hospital room after his car accident.
He looked at me, confused. "Who are you?"
I gave him a professional smile and said, "I'm your caregiver, sir. I'll go get the doctor." 
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