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I gave him five years of my life. I quit my job to be a stay-at-home wife, raised our child, cared for his bedridden mother, and handled every single chore. Then, he brought home a twenty-something intern from his office. He tossed the divorce papers on the table and looked at me with a cold, dead stare. “Shannon, you can’t survive without me. Just sign the papers. Don’t stand in the way of our happiness.” I signed them. I walked away with nothing, and he kept the kid. Three years later, his b

1 On our wedding night, Mark dropped a bomb: he wanted to have a baby with his mentor's daughter. I was floored. When I confronted him, he actually had the nerve to accuse me of being selfish. "Professor Davis is really sick, and her only wish is to see a grandchild. It's just IVF, Jen. Nothing's actually going to happen between us!" "Besides," he added, "you were her student too. Can't you even grant her dying wish?" The next day, I went to visit Professor Davis, a fruit basket in hand, on

The day I went to pick up my new car, I was told my original salesperson had quit. A different guy was handling my file now. The first thing he did was open his mouth and tell me the price I paid was too low. "The previous guy was an absolute idiot. No way we're selling this for sixty grand cash. No wonder he got chewed out and fired," he sneered. "If you want this car, you'll have to switch to a five-year loan with a 12% interest rate." I stared at him, speechless at his blatant attempt

1. I ripped the contract to shreds in front of my father and the entire family. The pieces fluttered down like pale snow, landing on the white linen tablecloth of the Michelin-starred restaurant. I threw the fountain pen. Its nib pierced the cloth, and the ink bled out like a pool of cooling blood. The private room fell silent. The cigar dropped from my father’s fingers, hissing into a porcelain bowl of half-melted ice cream―like the sound of some small life being extinguished. Then, the d

Five hundred years into my marriage with Garrett, the Dragon Prince, he tore out my heart scale. He needed it as an ingredient to cure Chloe, his reincarnated soulmate and the supposed ancient True Goddess. Looking at my battered, dying body, he ordered me to guard the alchemy furnace―a place we merfolk feared above all else. "Chloe's divine pill is still on the fire. Watch the flames closely. With the Rainbow Cloak I gave you, you will be fine." He did not know that a merperson dies without

1 My sister and I were reborn in a world of shifters. The Primal God gave us a choice. One: become a She-Shifter, blessed with immense strength and a powerful, muscular form. Two: become a Sacred Maiden, gifted with incredible fertility and a soft, alluring body. In my first life, my sister chose to be a She-Shifter to survive. I became the weak, tempting Sacred Maiden. Her body, hulking and ape-like, was scorned by the tribe. She was assigned three crippled, broken males. But my delicate

1. The night my husband, Carter, sent our son Leo's surgeon away for his first love, I changed. Overnight, I cured myself of all the habits he hated. When he stayed out all night, I stopped asking where he'd been. When I saw texts and voicemails from Chloe on his phone, I looked the other way. The day we buried Leo, he called me. "Evelyn, there's an emergency at the office. I can't make it." I said only one word: "Okay." Then I handled the entire funeral myself. My assistant stood beside

My sister was a pathological do-gooder. To maintain her saint-like image, she insisted on marrying a broke student. I, on the other hand, followed our parents’ wishes. I married a powerful CEO from a family that matched our own status. After the wedding, my sister became a miserable housewife. She was covered in grease and dust every single day. Meanwhile, I was treated like a queen. My husband spoiled me rotten. He bought me massive diamonds and spent millions just to see me smile. My life

1. Eamon had already taken off his Ray-Bans, hanging them casually on the collar of his polo shirt as I stared at the code from the Andreessen Horowitz AI Hackathon. This was the man who never seemed to care about cutting-edge tech, yet he suddenly reached for my MacBook Pro. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the toned muscles he’d sculpted at Equinox. The cold glow of the screen illuminated his focused profile. The crisp clicks of the mechanical keyboard filled the air. In less than a m

1 The first thing I did after waking up back in my ten-year-old body was pull out my sister's teeth. I ground them into a fine powder and mixed them into the milk I served my parents. In my past life, my sister Amara hid a cheating device in my pocket during an exam, which ruined my future. When I tried to tell my parents that she framed me, they didn't believe a word I said. Instead, they tied me up in the attic and beat me until I was bloody. They even helped the authorities send me to j

1 After I died, my sister's wedding went on as planned. She wore her white dress and married my boyfriend. My mom called me over and over, getting angrier with each unanswered ring. She called me an ungrateful brat. My little brother texted, accusing me, "Are you seriously still holding a grudge over something that happened two years ago?" My dad, usually quiet, said coldly, "Tell her if she doesn't come home today, we'll consider her dead to us." They didn't actually want me there.

1 Okay, so rewind five years. My so-called sister, Britney, locked me in the freakin' outhouse of our foster home just to steal my chance to get adopted by the freaking Vanderbilts. Yeah, the Vanderbilts. Billionaire status. You can imagine how thrilled I was with her sisterly love. Fast forward to now, and Britney, bless her heart, is head-over-heels for this total dirtbag, Chad. I mean, Chad looks like he hasn't seen a shower in a week, let alone a job application. She's practically begging t

The new intern messed up a patient's history, causing the patient to go into anaphylactic shock. As her mentor, I took all the blame and the heat for her mistake. I never expected my boyfriend, Xavier Jenson, who was always known for being strictly professional, to actually suspend me. "Sonia Ward, what right do you have to feel aggrieved? Her mistake is your failure!" "Go apologize to the patient's family yourself. Don't bother coming in for the next week." After saying that, he skillfully

1 My adoptive parents' golden boy, Scott, took a bunch of underage kids up a mountain without permission and three of them ended up dead. And guess who they decided to throw under the bus? Me. Dad forced me to kneel in front of the victims' families, using a hiking pole to smash my leg, inch by inch. "He's the one who used these legs to drag your kids up there! I'll make sure he never hikes again!" he screamed. Mom didn't even flinch as she ripped my name off the family insurance policy. "S

1. At my best friend's wedding, she leaned in and teased me. "So, when are you finally getting hitched?" I answered without hesitation, "In a month." At the exact same time, my boyfriend, Merrick, spoke up. "Let's wait a while longer." We stared at each other. His eyes were filled with resentment and a silent accusation. "Is it fun for you, Maren? Constantly pressuring me like this?" That very night, he disappeared. He claimed it was a "bachelor night" for his buddies, but he stayed out un

The news of my fiancé's secret child broke the night before our wedding. Ford Sterling didn't even wait for me to demand an answer. "It was just an accident, Evelyn. Just focus on the rehearsal dinner," he said casually. "Besides, your father is in the final stages of cancer. Ending this merger now helps no one." That night, he skipped our dinner. Instead, he posted a photo of a swaddled infant on his private feed. When I facetimed him, he was bottle-feeding the newborn. "I'm busy with the

1. When the Moretti family was on the verge of collapse, the godfather, Angelo Moretti, came to my family personally with his wife to beg for help. My father, Don Falcone, knew I had been obsessed with Sonny Moretti for a decade, so he finally agreed to the marriage. He put up a hundred million dollars in cash and resources, saving the crumbling Moretti family and marrying me―his only daughter, Serena Falcone―off to their heir. On our wedding night, Sonny covered my eyes with a rough black c

1 At our ninety-ninth wedding ceremony, Gavin's childhood friend threatened to jump off a building for the ninety-ninth time. He threw down the wedding ring without hesitation, turning to leave. I grabbed his wrist and begged, "Can we please just exchange rings first? It only takes one minute. No, thirty seconds." Gavin pried my fingers off one by one, looking at me with utter disappointment. "A human life is at stake. How can you be so cold and heartless? We can always hold another wedding

1 Three months after my husband went missing in a skiing accident, I saw him at a bar. He had his arm slung around "sis-bro" Jamie's shoulder, laughing like he was free from a life sentence. “Thanks to you, dude,” he was saying, "I was starting to forget what real freedom felt like." His bros were buying him shots, one after another, asking when he was going to surface. He thought for a second, "I'll give it another week, maybe. Let her sweat it out a bit, you know, drive her crazy before I

On the rainy night his true love died, my husband drove our car off a cliff at full speed, taking me with him. It was only then that I realized how much he hated me. He blamed me for tearing him and Celine Vance apart. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of my wedding to Pierce Sterling. This time, he didn't hesitate to throw the wedding rings aside and run toward Celine, who was waiting outside the chapel. I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply stood there and calmly announce