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For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

Cold divorce papers. A shattered heart. And a man who realized her worth far too late. For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn’t hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn’t make him stay. So she walked away… burying her love along with their past. Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever. That’s when the untouchable CEO breaks. In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him. He once let her go without regret. Now, he will do anything to have her back. But some wounds don’t heal… And some love stories don’t deserve a second chance.

It took me five years after my son was born to finally realize the truth—he never loved us. To end this painful marriage, I decided to take my son and leave. But fate played a cruel trick on us. During a rogue attack, I lost my wolf spirit, and my son lost an eye. Just as I was drowning in despair, my usually cold and distant husband knelt before everyone, begging for forgiveness and swearing he’d be our rock for life. So, my son and I gave him a chance—a 100-day trial. If he proved himself, we’d stay. But on the 99th day... fate shattered everything again.

I loved Stella for five years, and we were even engaged. However, she never helped when my grandfather was dying, all because the adopted son of my family suggested that she should use the opportunity to put me through adversity—so that I would toughen up. After my grandfather died helplessly, I toughened up just as she hoped for, no longer relying on her for everything. Naturally, I no longer loved her anymore either.

I cradled Chloe’s newborn, filled with joy and affection. The baby was not blood of mine, yet as Chloe’s best friend, I would love and protect the little one with everything I had. "Sweet boy," I whispered, gently tapping the tip of his nose. "I'm your godmother. No one would ever hurt you." The hospital room was washed in golden afternoon light. Adrian stood by the window in a dark overcoat, his profile sharp against the glass. He looked exactly like the man the whole industry knew: controlled, elegant, untouchable. Hollywood's golden producer. My newlywed husband. Then he said, in a voice as flat as if he were discussing a contract, "He's not your godson. He's my son." For a second, I thought I had misheard him. Maybe I was just exhausted from the wedding, from the endless calls and fittings and congratulations. I almost laughed. But Adrian turned around. A cruel little smile curved his lips. "The child is mine," he said again. My arms tightened around the baby. "The night you got hurt," he went on, "I was with Chloe the whole night. We went through an entire box... apparently this little guy still found a way to arrive." I couldn't move. It felt as if ice water had been poured down my throat. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. After a long silence, I finally managed to whisper, "But... we only registered our marriage yesterday." Adrian walked over and put an arm around my shoulders, almost gently. His tone was soft, but it carried the kind of condescension people used with a child throwing a tantrum. "Don't worry. Chloe and I were never going to get married. If I had wanted to marry her, I would have done it years ago." He paused, and something almost pleased flashed in his eyes. "Didn't Chloe ever tell you? We had a history. I was her first."

Be careful! You are entering a hot area! Under-age, forbidden to read! For those who like romance, you must read this story! Cho Ye Joon—Gumiho who came to the future of Indonesia through the thunderbolt without sound. . “Give up, you gadfly Gumiho!!” the man shouted in front of him. "Cho Ye Joon," the man said, the signal giver approached. Possessing the body of an Archeology student named Nevan Taksan. He was trying to find a way out for return to his past. "Are you embarrassed?" Nevan asked spreading the corners of his lips. Bellona stopped when she was already covered by Nevan's Coat, and was stunned by her appearance. "Nevan?" Bellona said quietly. "Let me take you home!" broke up Nevan. A swarm of enemies comes upon him and traps Cho Ye Joon, his friend and girlfriend—Nevan into another world, with objects are found with Korean history books. He did everything he could to find a way out. Luckily, a Gumiho guard remains in the same world. Through the mind and soul of that world, he was able to find the fox marble. Where the Fox marble is in Bellona's body—Nevan's girlfriend, the reincarnation of a woman from his past. Can the Gumiho save himself with the two people from another world? Cover by : @nobidesign