Mga Maiikling Kwento tungkol sa Plot Twists at mga Nobela ng Mistress na may Time Travel

By the seventh year of her marriage to Lythas Valeraine, Giselle Rushton had become the most virtuous and sensible lady of the house in all of Valadoria, the capital. She no longer wished for a husband who would devote his life to her alone. Instead, she took it upon herself to find him a mistress. She no longer insisted on controlling the household. Instead, she entrusted most of its affairs to his mistress. Nor did she continue to revolve her life around him. Instead, she found one excuse after another to send him to his mistress's courtyard. Even when their son, Leoric Valeraine, burned with fever and cried out for her in his delirium throughout the night, she remained in her room and calmly leafed through a storybook without so much as raising her eyes. Finally, Lythas could contain himself no longer. He shoved open her door and demanded, "Giselle, how much longer do you intend to keep this up?" Giselle slowly raised her head, her expression devoid of emotion. "Keep what up? Whatever do you mean, my lord? I haven't done anything."

On the last day before my study-abroad application closed, I was about to give up my full scholarship offer. Then, out of nowhere, I got a call from my future self. "Don't give it up. Click confirm enrollment. Right now." "Harley locked in his own graduate placement three months ago. The only reason he wants you to stay is that Katy needs you to finish her senior thesis for her, and he needs your money every month to live on. "Two weeks after you turn down that offer, the two of them go public with their relationship. "That so-called best friend of yours, Katy? She already betrayed you. She's been sleeping with him." I froze, my finger hovering over the mouse. The voice kept going, speaking faster and faster. "Listen carefully. Once you confirm the offer, take the twenty thousand dollars left in your account and put every cent into the Eklund Growth Fund. It goes public next March. It'll grow eightfold within the year. "Once you're abroad, apply to your advisor's AI lab before your first semester ends. That project gets acquired by Coogle two years from now, and as a core team member, you'll get a share of the payout. "Twenty-two-year-old me, I'm begging you. Stop wasting yourself on people who don't deserve it." The voice cut off. I took a deep breath and moved the cursor to "Confirm Enrollment." The instant I clicked, my mind was made up. I wasn't going to bury my own future for anyone who wasn't worth it.

The night my boyfriend confessed his feelings for me, he cried so hard he could barely speak. He said he'd somehow seen the future and wanted me to make him a promise. I asked him why. He only said, “I don't remember. I just remember that the future me regretted everything. More than anything. “Yvette, no matter what happens in the future, promise you'll give me three chances, okay?” I was deeply in love with him then, so of course I agreed without hesitation. But later, he seemed to forget all about that promise. Especially when he became inseparable from his female assistant. It wasn't until I signed my name on the divorce papers that I finally understood why he'd asked me for those three chances. Because just as I signed my name, a voice suddenly sounded beside my ear. It was Luke. Luke Miller at nineteen. He was crying. “Yvette, you promised me, remember? “You said you'd give me three chances.”