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My father suffered a severe heart relapse and was rushed to the ICU. Right before the emergency surgery, he gripped my hand with whatever strength he had left. "Once I am gone, Garrett will be the only one left to look after you. You have to promise me you will stay happy with him." I never imagined those would be the last words he would ever say to me. Completely shattered, I called my husband, Garrett Cole, begging him to come home and be by my side. "Garrett is in the shower right now…"

Chapter 1 My boyfriend stole my research thesis just to help his childhood sweetheart secure an Ivy League fellowship. They didn't just publish my work under their names first. They turned around and accused me of plagiarism. Once the story hit the internet, I was mercilessly bullied online. I fell into a deep, dark depression because of the harassment. Meanwhile, his little friend became a rising star in the academic world using my hard work. On the day she won her grand award, my boyfrien

1 Christmas Eve, and Sarah, the sales superstar at work, posted a picture on Instagram of a solid gold apple. Like, a huge one. "My boss gifted me this sweet little apple," she captioned it. I commented, "The boss's wife might want one too." The post was deleted faster than you can say "Santa." Next thing I knew, Mark, my husband, was barging into my office, yelling, "Why are you trying to shame her? She's the top seller! She deserves it!" Outside, Sarah was putting on a tearful show, with e

My marriage to Jasper Lucas was built on a web of lies. He used a vintage glass lantern to convince me he was my childhood sweetheart, Quentin. I believed him with every fiber of my being. I poured my family's fortune and influence into his career, helping him climb the political ladder until he held the city in his hands. But behind my back, he was sleeping with Becca Hayes. He even planned a lavish ceremony to bring her into our home. When I refused, they turned my world into a graveyard. On

Chapter 1 At the company gala, Xander was supposed to announce our engagement. But the new intern, Bella, suddenly grabbed the microphone with a smug grin. "Mr. Sterling, confessing to me in front of everyone? Isn't that a bit too high-profile?" Xander didn't explain. Instead, he arranged a private trip for two for her under the guise of an incentive. The entire room erupted in whistles and cheers, calling them a match made in heaven. A colleague saw me standing still and whispered a remind

They made me pick up their takeout for three years. Four hundred and twenty-seven times. They told me a scholarship student should know her place. On the day of the Centennial Gala, I walked onto the stage in a simple white shirt. The host leaned into the microphone and said― “Please welcome our guest of honor, the world-renowned author, Night Breeze.” I still remember the color of Seraphina Sterling’s face. What she didn’t know was that her father had offered me twenty million dollars to bu

1. For the sake of Isabella, the woman he truly loved, my fiancé Vincent Moretti threw me out of Chicago and left me to rot in a remote town in Montana. Three years later, he showed up to bring me back, with Isabella and a group of family members in tow. He spoke to me with the tone of someone giving charity to a beggar. "It's been three years, Vivian. Even a stray dog should have learned some obedience by now." "I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't get rid of that thorny attitude,

1 The day I landed my first job, my cousin-in-law, Jessica, announced she was pregnant. We were all thrilled, but then she dropped a bombshell. "Now that Sarah's got a job, and I'm expecting, it's going to be crowded," she said, her eyes fixed on me. "Maybe Sarah should move out." The room went silent. When it was clear no one agreed with her, she backpedaled. "Fine, if you have to stay, you'll need to pay $1,500 a month for living expenses." Except, the house was mine. The food, the utilities ―

On the day of my emergency surgery, my husband promised he would be by my side. Yet by the time the procedure was over, he was nowhere to be found. Groggy from the anesthesia, I checked my phone and saw a text from him sent two hours earlier: “Sadie has a stomach flare-up. I am taking care of her, but I will be there soon.” I dialed his number immediately. But instead of Heath, his ex-girlfriend answered: “Heath, babe, could you hand me a bath towel?” Every single time I needed my husband, Sa

The day before our wedding, I received a USB drive labeled "Sweet Memories." I thought it was a surprise from my wife-to-be. When I plugged it into my laptop, I found a compilation of a hundred different moments of her kissing a man named Casper Sterling. I watched the two of them looking completely inseparable on the screen. Then, I calmly told Selene Thorne that I wanted a divorce. A moment later, her little boyfriend called me, his voice trembling with feigned guilt. "Elias, I'm so sorry.

My pale-skinned, long-legged neighbor often came over wrapped in a towel to borrow my shower. My wife was away on a long business trip, leaving me horribly frustrated and pent-up. So, when she came over tonight, I took the initiative and pushed open her bathroom door. ...... At 11:30 PM, the familiar knock sounded. “Wyatt, the water got shut off right after I washed my hair. Can I use your shower?” I looked at the woman in front of me. Her wet hair clung to her face. Her bathrobe wrapped

The day Paige Prescott tried to force me to sign the divorce papers, a Death-Seeking System bound itself to my mind. The system barked an order into my head: "Slap her across the face and tell her to get the hell out." I stood there, trembling in terror. Paige was ruthless and cold-blooded. If I dared stand in the way of her reunion with her first love, she would tear me apart until there was nothing left of me. Then the system threatened me: "If you do not start courting death right now, yo

1. Four years after my death, my husband tried to force me to donate a kidney to his mistress. He showed up at my workplace clutching a consent form. But every single coworker he asked told him the same thing. They'd never seen me. Frustrated, he finally went to my HR Director. "Erin? Didn't she pass away four years ago?" "Complications from the last surgery. Coagulation disorder. The wound never healed. She bled out." My husband didn't believe it. He turned it around and accused them of

The night before our wedding, my fiancée Clara Monroe rented a luxury yacht to stargaze, and paparazzi splashed the photos all over the trending headlines. In the picture, she and another man wore matching couple rings, their fingers tightly intertwined. Late that night, her untouchable first love posted on social media: “True favoritism means giving you whatever you want on a silver platter.” Attached was a photo of a commercial business deed―one of the grand engagement gifts I had presente

I've been with my wife, the Pop Queen, for seven years. Every single one of her social media handles is @Wynter. Even her latest chart-topping single is titled "Wynter's Love." I used to think she just had a thing for the season, so I never pried. That was until our wedding day, when a gift arrived. The card was signed by a man named Wynn Dalton. In that moment, the truth shattered me. She didn't love the winter season. She loved Wynn. He was the ghost she could never let go of, her tragi

The day Master Alistair brought Vivica, the realm’s premier swordmaster, into the Cloudcrest Sect, Mistress Heather was in the alchemy chamber brewing the elixir he needed for his breakthrough. Cultivators across the continent claimed Heather was blessed. They said an alchemist without a combat core was lucky to catch Alistair’s eye and share his life for a hundred years. Yet Heather always told me, “Our love has nothing to do with power. If he ever betrays me, I will leave without looking bac

Chapter 1 I was terminally ill in my original world, so I bound myself to a system and reincarnated into a parallel universe. As long as I could max out the favorability score of any single person, I would earn the right to live. Yet, when I was three years old, my parents' favorability toward me was zero. When I turned eighteen, my fiancé's favorability was zero. Now, at twenty-two, even the stray dog I had raised by hand had a favorability score of zero. Completely broken, I officially su

Xander Sullivan, the golden heir of the Sullivan Group, had his legs crushed in a horrific car accident. I went to visit him in the hospital, but I stopped at the door when I heard his friends laughing inside. "Look on the bright side, man. You can still marry Vera Sterling. Her family is a powerhouse. They'll make sure you keep your seat as the successor," one of them said. "I heard her father was already at the Sullivan estate this morning, begging for the engagement to be finalized. Talk a

1. When Tristan Vandermeer postponed our wedding for the ninth time, his excuse was almost a work of art. "Sienna hurt her hand." Tristan told me this while his thumb was still scrolling on his phone screen. He wouldn’t even look up at me. I stood in the kitchen―technically his kitchen, since the deed was in his name―holding a freshly opened bottle of champagne. I had planned to celebrate sending out the invitations. Those invitations cost three thousand dollars. Letterpress printing from

1 After finding out I scored a 1480 on the SAT, my online gaming boyfriend dumped me. "With that score, and wanting to major in engineering? She's probably a total nerd," he scoffed to his roommate, forgetting to mute his mic. Then, one of our teammates shot him dead in the game. "Messing with my little sister from the engineering department? You're asking for it." At the orientation, I stared at the gorgeous 6'2" guy in front of me, speechless. Dude, with a face like that, calling someone