The Guardian Angel's Comeback

The Woman Who Moved On

It was my 28th birthday, spent alone in a lavish mansion, a single cupcake my only company. My husband, Ethan, a media mogul, saw me as little more than a convenient accessory, oblivious to the aggressive brain cancer secretly consuming me. So I signed the divorce papers, faked my own demise with my best friend' s help, and vanished, releasing him from a marriage he barely acknowledged. He went on to pursue his college sweetheart, thinking himself finally "free" – but soon, his perfect life unraveled as he realized the vacuum I' d left, plunging him into a torment of regret as he believed I was dead. Months later, I woke up in a different hospital, given a second chance at life by an experimental treatment and a caring doctor, but with no memory of my past, particularly of Ethan, the man I' d loved in secret. My new doctor claimed to be my loving husband, and together we built a beautiful life, complete with a joyful daughter, while Ethan desperately searched for the "dead" wife he never truly saw. Now, imagine his raw despair when he finally finds me, radiant and thriving, only to hear me say, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know you," embracing my new family and utterly refusing to let his painful past haunt my hard-won peace.

Reborn to Reject: The Heiress's Final Choice

Ava Vanderbilt, heiress to an old-money fortune, was born into a gilded cage. Twice before, she'd lived this life, destined to marry one of the "Golden Trio" – Ethan, Liam, or Noah. But in every lifetime, their hearts, and all their sacrifices, belonged to Isabella "Izzy" Rossi, the conniving estate manager's daughter. Izzy, a master manipulator, always played the innocent victim, while Ava endured public humiliation, neglect, and the painful ruin of her husbands. Now, reborn a third time, Ava faced the same suffocating expectations. She refused to repeat the past, rejecting the trio and choosing Julian Mercer, a sharp-minded tech mogul, for a marriage of strategic stability. But Izzy wouldn't release her hold. At Ava's engagement party, Izzy unleashed a public spectacle, portraying herself as a tragic martyr and manipulating the trio into abandoning Ava yet again. They stormed off, pledging their devotion to Izzy, leaving Ava to face a ballroom full of shocked onlookers. How could these powerful men be so utterly blind, so completely enthralled by such transparent deceit? The bitter taste of repeated betrayal, and the sheer audacity of Izzy's endless drama, ignited a cold fury within Ava. This time, Ava Vanderbilt would not just escape her fate; she would dismantle the masquerade entirely. With Julian's unexpected and unwavering support, she vowed to expose Izzy, free herself from her past tormentors, and forge a life undeniably her own.

The Phoenix Artist

Sarah Miller, an acclaimed artist, was finally returning to New York for her biggest solo exhibition, "Echoes in Sterling," ready to embrace a future with her kind and steady fiancé, Liam Chen. But a single shocking headline-"Vanderbilt Heir Embroiled in New Scandal"-ripped through her carefully constructed peace, dragging her back to a past she' d fought for years to bury. Years ago, she' d saved an injured, amnesiac man she called 'Leo,' building a world of pure, selfless love in her cramped Brooklyn studio, his devotion marked by her initials tattooed over his heart. Yet, when his memory returned, revealing him as Ethan Vanderbilt, scion of a powerful real estate empire, that tender love shattered under the weight of his family' s expectations and a pre-arranged engagement to the formidable Isabelle Harrington. The cruel denouement came at a lavish gala: Isabelle, with Ethan watching, orchestrated the public destruction of Sarah' s art and even tore her deceased grandmother' s cherished locket from her neck. Ethan, the man who once promised her the world, stood by, dismissing her despair as "making a scene," his betrayal complete. With nothing left but a two-million-dollar check, a chilling price for her silence, Sarah fled New York, vowing to transform her agony into art. Now, she' s back, a celebrated artist on her own terms, but the city that broke her whispers with old ghosts, and the man who betrayed her has evolved into something far more dangerous, obsessed with a warped form of atonement.

The Discarded Wife's Genius Comeback

Eight years of my life, my brilliance, my family inheritance-all poured into Mark' s biotech startup, GenLife. I was the unsung architect, coding his prototypes late into the night, nursing his dying mother, while my own career gathered dust. When GenLife finally soared, Mark was captivated by Cassandra, his self-proclaimed muse and my own biological parents' golden child. Then, gravely ill with pneumonia and desperate, I tried to reach him to pick up our son, Ben. Instead of my husband, I found an Instagram story: Mark, Ben, and the Winthrops-my birth parents-toasting Cassandra' s lavish 'surprise promotion.' The centerpiece? A cake featuring my revolutionary molecule design, dismissed by Mark years ago as "too theoretical," now proudly presented as her intellectual triumph. Standing right there, in front of everyone, our son called Cassandra "Mommy" while his father looked on, unbothered. The raw betrayal, the audacity of parading my stolen work and my own child' s shifted affection, was a physical shock that cut through my fever. How could the man I loved, the family I sacrificed everything for, erase my existence so thoroughly, so publicly? They believed they had broken me, reduced me to nothing. But as I walked out of that opulent restaurant, leaving their celebration behind, a quiet, icy clarity settled in: a phoenix doesn't rise from ashes without first burning down the old world. This was my turning point. This was the moment I chose to reclaim my name, my work, and my future, on my own terms.

Reclaiming Her Empire

I poured my soul into his tech startup, sacrificing law school and working tirelessly. Years later, as Innovatech became a multi-million-dollar empire, I found myself battered by endless, agonizing IVF failures. Then, the truth shattered my world: my beloved husband, Ethan, had been having a secret seven-year affair with his young assistant, Chloe. He'd rented her a luxury downtown apartment and showered her with designer gifts, all while I was injecting hormones, praying for 'our' baby. When confronted, Ethan showed no remorse, blaming my 'stress' and 'obsession with IVF' for his infidelity, claiming Chloe was 'easier' and 'the future.' Chloe, emboldened, moved into our home, flaunting her affair, even subtly attempting to poison me with my severe allergies. Ethan consistently sided with her, excusing her malice, eventually proclaiming his joy over Chloe' s pregnancy while cruelly using my infertility as a weapon against me. His contempt reached its peak when he blamed me after Chloe's hired thugs brutally assaulted me in a parking lot, leaving me bleeding and collapsing. How could the ambitious, loving man who once promised a lifetime of happiness transform into such a heartless monster, completely discarding me for a manipulative mistress? My deepest pain, my very being, had been weaponized against me. But as the Austin sun set on my shattered life, a cold, unshakeable resolve dawned. I had lost our baby, lost my marriage, lost my sense of self. Now, the charade was over. It was time to dismantle his world, piece by agonizing piece, and reclaim everything he'd stolen. My Manhattan sunrise would be a brutal awakening for him, and a brilliant new beginning for me.

The Woman He Couldn't Break

My hands trembled, clutching the small music box that held my son Leo' s ashes, as Dean Thompson slid the divorce papers across the desk. My husband, Mark, refused to acknowledge our boy was gone, completely convinced by my conniving sister, Laura' s, twisted tales that Leo was simply "visiting my parents." He called me hysterical, pathetic, accusing me of inventing Leo' s death just to manipulate him, all while lavishing attention on Laura' s son, Ethan, and ignoring our child' s memory. When I desperately needed Mark' s signature to legally transport Leo' s ashes for burial, he saw it as leverage, demanding I consent to his adoption of Ethan as a "trade." How could he be so willfully blind, so utterly cruel, to deny our beloved child's passing and weaponize my profound grief for Laura' s selfish gain? My heart shattered daily, not just from the immense loss, but from his relentless, unbearable dismissal of Leo and me. Then, disaster struck: a raging fire engulfed an apartment, and in the terrifying chaos, Mark chose them again – Laura and Ethan – abandoning me to the smoke and flames, with only Leo' s music box clutched to my chest. But amidst the inferno, I didn't die; I emerged from the ashes, a new woman, shedding the name Sarah Miller for a stronger identity: Sarah Astor. Now, as an influential journalist, I stand ready to confront the man who broke me, to claim my peace, and ensure Leo' s memory finally finds justice.

Unshackled Brilliance: Catching The CEO's Eye

"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"

Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss

Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"

The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

Purchased A Mr. Right

Doing a part-time job in a speakeasy bar, Wendy got drunk unexpectedly. When she woke up, she found that she was regarded as a call girl and lost her virginity. After having a one-night stand with Charlie, an incredibly handsome man, Wendy threw out two hundred dollars to defend her own dignity. However, Wendy's arrogant actions annoyed Charlie, who grabbed Wendy back to bed repeatedly for revenge. "What do you want?" Wendy was annoyed. "Be responsible for what I did to you." Charlie smiled. "But how?" Wendy continued. "By keeping sleeping with you."

His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius

Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."

Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!