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Natasha Sullivan is the only daughter of the Sullivan family. She ignores her family's objections and marries into the Grayson family. She even willingly becomes a substitute for another woman. This makes her the butt of everyone's jokes.Then, her husband's first love returns to the country. Joshua Grayson coolly throws divorce papers her way. "Let's get divorced. Natty's back."A family consisting of miracle doctors and a genius medical professor … Natasha's secret identities are revealed one by one. She shows Joshua's first love up and turns the tides.At this moment, Joshua says, "Since you're so in love with me, I'll give you a chance to stop this divorce from happening!"…As time passes, it's the small things that make Joshua realize he's not the man Natasha loves.So he's the actual substitute …To make matters worse, he finds out he's had the wrong woman this whole time. Natasha's the one who's truly destined for him! He's filled with regret.Natasha looks at him calmly. "One has to wake up from their dreams sooner or later."

In her six years of marriage, Sydney Raines slowly lost herself, becoming more like a nanny. What made her finally come to her senses was the man’s words. “Lyra is coming back. You have to move out tomorrow.”“Fine, let’s get a divorce.” Then, Sydney turned around and left.When they met again, she was in the arms of another man.Julien Flint’s expression was terrifyingly dark.“We just got a divorce, and you’ve found yourself another man?”Her smile was as beautiful as the flower. “That’s my business, Mr. Flint. I don’t think it has anything to do with you.”

Identical twins. One outrageous lie. A deadly game. Ashley Grey has always lived in the shadow of her adventurous twin, Ashton. But when Ashton convinces Ashley to masquerade as her for a weekend with her husband's icy family, a harmless prank turns into a nightmare. Ashton vanishes, leaving Ashley trapped with a man who seems to despise her. As Ashley struggles to deal with the news about her sister's disappearance, a chilling truth emerges – Ashton's marriage was a web of deception, and Ashley may have inherited more than just her sister's marriage problems. Now, a mysterious stalker threatens to expose Ashley's secret, and the only person she can trust is the very man that doesn't trust her. Can Ashley solve the mystery and unmask her stalker before they strike, or will she become the next victim of a twisted game?

I am the most famous weather presenter in the city, yet somehow, I have never gotten a single forecast right. Over time, everyone catches on. In Haddon, the weather depends entirely on the mood of Shelly Fuller's lover. One moment, I'm on air forecasting moderate to heavy snowfall, and the next, the clouds clear and the sky turns sunny. My boss openly mocks me in front of everyone. "You used to be the station's number one presenter. Looks like you're not so useful anymore. Your wife is spending money to manipulate the weather, so what's the point of you even doing the forecast?" A colleague beside him adds, "I heard your wife's new lover hates the cold. Looks like Haddon won't be seeing snow for the next six months. At this rate, you'll be drowned in disciplinary notices." I clutch more than a dozen disciplinary notices without saying anything. Back home, I toss them at Shelly expressionlessly. "Clean up your own mess. Choose someone else to be the man of the Fuller family."

Frank Carter has been my private driver and personal assistant for the past three years, but lately he has become impossible to deal with. I ask him to pick up fresh seafood for dinner, but he comes back with nothing more than a bag of frozen shrimp and a few sausages. "Frank, didn't I ask you to buy fresh seafood from the market?" He tosses the grocery bag onto the counter and shrugs. "The seafood isn't fresh today. I'll check again tomorrow." The next day, he comes back with a bottle of Worcestershire sauce. "Seafood's expensive," he says with a grin. "This is premium Worcestershire sauce. Just a splash of this, and the food will taste just as good." I sigh. "You don't have to worry about the cost. We can afford to have seafood every now and then." But things only get worse. Over the next week, Frank keeps bringing home cheaper groceries. Soon, seafood disappears from the menu altogether, along with any decent cuts of meat. Just as I'm debating whether to grab a proper meal somewhere, I overhear Frank talking on the phone in the garage. "Lucas Reed is such a loser. He doesn't deserve a wife like Vivian Grant. Once I introduce my son, Mike Carter, to her, she'll dump that freeloader in no time. Mike will take his place soon enough." I almost laugh. I've been planning to renew Frank's contract for another year. I even plan to help his newly graduated son land a job at Vivian's company. Well, not anymore.

Before leaving work on Thanksgiving, my younger sister, Mia Summers, sends a message in the family group chat with the address of our new home. I take five different buses to get there, only to discover that the address leads to nothing but a desolate, overgrown wilderness. Mia sounds smug on the other end of the phone as she says, "Bingo! The prank worked! The last bus has left. What are you going to do now?" As I stand there dumbfounded, my parents burst into laughter. "You actually fell for that? I wonder who you got your stupidity from. We're having a family dinner. Walk back yourself." After that, they start to argue over who I resemble more on the phone. In desperation, I use the last bit of battery on my phone to call my boyfriend, Simon Ziegler. The call connects, and I hear the same familiar background noise. Simon chuckles mockingly. "Chelsea, your parents also told you to make your own way back. It's not the first time Mia's pulled a prank on you. Don't be such a sore loser." Then, he hangs up on me without another word. In the past, I would call them in tears and beg them to get me. But this time, as I look at the distant lights across the city, I finally decide not to give in. Mia loves her Thanksgiving pranks, and my entire family indulges her. Two years ago, she threw peach fuzz into my cup and triggered my asthma. Last year, she switched out my shampoo with hair removal cream, ruining an important job interview. This year, my family has helped her trick me into going to the middle of nowhere, even though they know I'm afraid of the dark. And at the dinner table, they're betting on how many minutes it'll take before I call and beg for mercy. However, I don't cry or plead. Instead, I walk into the darkness, away from home. I'm ending this cruel game, whether they like it or not.