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1 Okay, so picture this: It's Groundhog Day, but instead of a furry rodent, I'm stuck reliving the same freaking life. My ex, Kevin, and I died in a car wreck. I woke up, bam, back before we even started dating. Last time around, we were married for seven years, seven years of me going through fertility treatments, you name it, hoping for a baby. He just kept blaming me, saying I couldn't give him the perfect little family. Non-stop fighting. This time? I'm letting him go. We both acted like w

It was a time of war and chaos. My sister, ignoring every warning from our family, dragged a man bleeding from an arrow wound back to our estate. That was the moment I woke up. I realized my sister was the saintly female lead in one of those redemption novels. To save her beloved, she would steal a royal treasure, bringing ruin to our entire family in the process. The first thing that man would do after his recovery was open the city gates for the enemy. He would lead an army to slaughter ever

My car was involved in an accident after my brother borrowed it. The vehicle crashed into a guardrail, leaving the front bumper severely damaged. Instead of an apology from my brother, I was met with a venomous glare from his girlfriend. "It's just a beat-up car. Why be so petty about it? If you're really that desperate for cash, my boyfriend can just pay you back." Brody even complained to me afterward. "Sis, you shouldn't have made Candice mad. It was her birthday. Maybe you should just ap

1. Three days after the wild wedding party for our friends, I asked Julian for a divorce. "Was it because I drank that round for Lily at the club that night?" He stubbed out his cigarette, his lips curling into that familiar, casual smile. "Yes." "Objection overruled." He chuckled, like a lawyer dismissing a trivial motion in court. "Stop fooling around, Nora." For three of our four years in college, I followed him around like a shadow. He was used to it―used to me always being there, just

1 My best friend was sobbing on my shoulder, crying about how her boyfriend was a total jerk. She kept saying how lucky I was to have that storybook romance―the kind that goes from high school sweethearts to a white wedding. But a few seconds later, a sweet, honeyed confession drifted over from the booth behind us. It was a voice I'd known for over a decade. I could recognize it even in a thunderstorm. The perfect fairy tale everyone envied shattered right then and there. Later, I would mar

The day my students got into a fight, I ran into Nora Hayes, my ex from ten years ago. The girl involved in the scuffle was wiping her tears, calling her Mom. Nora froze the moment she saw me, taking a long moment before remembering to apologize. "Mr. Brooks, I'm so sorry for causing you trouble." I kept everything strictly professional, settling the compensation details by the book. When it was over, she lingered behind everyone else, looking like she had something to say. "I remember you

1. I drove through the night to surprise my husband for his birthday. I expected a warm welcome, but when the door opened, his secretary was standing there. She was wearing my silk pajamas. "Oh, Joanna, I was just here to give Mr. Sinclair a report," she said, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "I got caught in the rain and had to take a shower. Please don't misunderstand." "There is nothing to explain." My husband, Grant, stepped out of the bedroom in his own robe. He didn't even

Chapter 1 At our college reunion, Garrett's first love asked him right in front of my face. "I'm pregnant. Can we finally be together now?" Garrett put some food onto my plate, smiling calmly. "I promised I'd take care of her for the rest of my life since she's deaf. I can't break my word. She can never know about your pregnancy. I couldn't bear the consequences if she found out." "As compensation, I'll get a real marriage license with you. Hers is fake anyway." He put down his phone and t

After my husband passed away, I looked through his old phone. I found the archives of his deleted text messages. Every single word, every sentence, mentioned another woman's name. "Lulu, if it wasn't for the family merger, I wouldn't even look at Lyra twice." "Touching her makes me sick. You're the only one I truly love." I stared at those affectionate, flirtatious messages, feeling my heart turn to ash. When I opened my eyes again, I had actually returned to the day the Grant and Yates fa

When the wire snapped and I plunged from the set’s stunt harness, Damon was busy visiting the studio’s newly signed starlet. Seeing my body falling, his immediate instinct was to pull Maisie into his arms. “It is dangerous, do not look!” Then he scooped up the faint, frightened starlet and rushed straight to the nearest hospital. That night, in Damon’s coat pocket, I found a prenatal report that did not belong to me. I folded it neatly and put it back. Then I dialed the number I had not ca

Five years into our marriage, the rising starlet Vera Chase posted on Instagram: 【In the end, it was always you!】 The photo showed her celebrating on a yacht, clinking glasses with my husband, Trenton Rhodes. The post blew up online overnight. I liked the post and left a congratulatory comment. Within minutes, texts and calls flooded in from friends and family, either offering comfort or digging for gossip. Right then, Trenton called. His voice was ice-cold as he warned me not to run my mou

Chapter 1 On the day my husband's first love suffered a fatal hemorrhage during labor, she sent him a final message. "We weren't meant to be in this life. In the next one, you have to find me and marry me sooner." Silas checked the notification with a blank face. He tossed his phone aside and went back to meticulously caring for me, as I was also pregnant. I truly believed he had finally let go of Maya. But after he learned she had actually died on that operating table, he never smiled at m

1 I've been dead for five years. My husband's obsession, his so-called "white moonlight," just had a heart attack. Suddenly, he remembered me―the top cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. To force me out of hiding for her surgery, he drove his car over my father's legs. He forced my mother to her knees in the dirt. He even locked my ten-year-old sister in a cage, letting wild dogs tear at her. He sat there, smug and confident, waiting for me to crawl back and beg for his forgiveness. That w

Married for five years, my husband, Silas Sterling, was the industry's top actuary. He lived by the golden rule of splitting every cent. On our honeymoon bill, he was so precise that he charged me seventy-five cents for three extra tissues I used at the hotel. I once thought this was just a modern way for couples to coexist. I saw it as a sign of mutual respect and fairness. That was until he drafted a loan agreement with an 8% annual interest rate for the money meant to save my father's life

I was reborn. The first thing I did was rip that ten-million-dollar prenup into shreds. I flashed a smile at my so-called fiancé, Lucas Sterling, and his entire family. "What is money compared to our bond? I'm marrying for love," I declared. In my previous life, my best friend Seraphina Rose pulled this exact stunt. She walked into her marriage with Lucas's younger brother with nothing, and everyone praised her for being a saint. Meanwhile, I was the one huddled in a hospital with my newborn

Chapter 1 It was my daughter's birthday gala. I was supposed to give the keynote speech, but she handed the microphone to her live-in tutor instead. I sat in the audience, watching them look like a perfect, happy family. "The person I want to thank the most is my tutor," she announced. "She takes care of me like a mother. I love her so much!" The guests whispered and looked at me like I was a joke. My husband's eyes, however, were fixed entirely on the other woman. In everyone's eyes, they

1 I chose the only doctor amongst a sea of trust fund bros for my arranged marriage. It wasn't until after the wedding that it hit me: wasn't he just like that doctor friend in all those romance novels, the one always getting called away in the middle of the night to patch up the heroine? After witnessing this firsthand a few times, I dropped the idea of trying to develop any real feelings for him. Seriously, who knows, one day I might end up having to fight one of his billionaire buddies fo

My girlfriend of three years asked me a question during our video call. "Your roommate is so handsome. Is he seeing anyone?" Seeing that look in her eyes―the look of a predator spotting prey―my heart skipped a beat. Before we got together, she was known for being a player. Over the years, she had settled down quite a bit. At most, she would glance at someone she found interesting, but she never acted on it. The last time I saw that unmistakable, eager gleam in her eyes was three years ago,

1 Ethan Hayes was notorious as a playboy. He treated every girlfriend like gold, showering them with whatever they wanted. Except for a ring. Everyone knew he was hung up on his first love, still bitter about their breakup. It was like he couldn't move past that with any other girl. Five months into our thing, my family was getting on my case. I had no choice but to break it off. "I heard your first love's coming back. Congrats." He just smiled and said, "Yeah." That night, his buddies

My husband's little "bestie" just posted a photo on Instagram. "It is just a tiny scratch, but he refuses to let me touch water." The picture showed my husband, Quinton Pierce, hand-washing her lace lingerie. Someone commented below, "I'm so jealous! Where can I find a man this good?" She replied, "He was a gift from the universe!" I added my own comment: "Then let him wash your clothes for the rest of your lives." The post was deleted instantly. Seconds later, a voice note from Quinton po