After Jesus Before Christianity

My fiance is the best Neuro Healer among the werewolves. His first love is his little stepsister, who once took a fatal silver arrow for him. Now, her old condition has flared up, and she has a fatal silver venom disease. She only has 21 days left to live. In order to stay with her in her final days, he pours his newly developed "Memory Lock Potion" into me to eliminate all my memories of him by force. He says, "It's just 21 days. Once she's gone, I'll feed you the antidote myself, and you'll remember me again." In those 21 days, he holds a grand bonding ceremony for his stepsister, dances with her during the Moon Goddess Festival, and makes an oath swearing that they will become mates again in their next life. Finally, he sends her off. After 21 days, the potion wears off, and he kneels in the rain with tears and blood all over his face. He asks hoarsely in an accusing tone, "The potion only lasts for 21 days… why have you forgotten me completely?" I just look up impassively at him. "Sorry, but who are you?"

Elijah Morris has been fooling around for four out of the five years we've been married. And from the very first month, he openly betrays me. Meanwhile, I spend my time warding people off with expensive contracts, one after another. Eventually, all that's left between us is constant fighting. One day, his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returns. And just like that, he finally settles down. That's when the system tells me that I can finally go home. For the next five days, I no longer ask about his schedule. I don't care if he is with Abigail, nor do I care if she is pregnant with his child. I even move out of the master bedroom myself, listening to them going at it all night. The fifth day after Abigail's return is our wedding anniversary. Elijah bursts into the room, tears up our marriage certificate in front of me, and smashes my most treasured vase into pieces. He grips my throat tightly and growls, "Why did you put mango in Abby's cake? She's allergic, and she almost died! How could you be so cruel?" For the first time, I don't argue with him. Instead, I go along with his accusations. "So what?" I then pick up a shard from the broken vase on the floor under his disbelieving gaze. Then, I draw it across my artery. Just like that, I end my life in this world.

Scarlett Taylor looked at the test report saying she had a last-stage cancer, and the news of her husband, Everett Robinson, and his ex-girlfriend Amelia Martin getting married soon, and her world crumbled. At that moment, she realized that her three years of marriage and love for Everett were nothing more than a joke. Clenching the test reports in her hand, Scarlett decided to give up on this loveless marriage and live the remaining days of her life for herself. At the gate of the divorce office, Everett sneered, "Scarlett Taylor, I am waiting for the day when you regret this!" Scarlett looked at him and smiled mockingly, "The only thing I will regret is marrying you!" and left. Two months later when Scarlett came back, Everett kneel in front of him, begging, "Scarlett, I regret it, Please forgive me and let's get back together." Scarlett looked at him and sneered, "Get lost! I don't know you!"

Lila’s world fell apart the moment she discovered her husband’s betrayal. But her heart began to heal the night she met Kyler King. With his devastating charm, piercing eyes, and an air of mystery, Kyler is everything her husband never was. He’s kind, protective, and impossibly wealthy—a man who seems to step right out of a dream. When Lila stumbles into his life, Kyler is determined to show her the love and care she’s always deserved. But breaking free from her cruel husband, Taylor, won’t be easy. Taylor’s obsession with Lila turns dangerous, forcing Kyler to fight not just for her heart, but for her life. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Kyler becomes Lila’s unwavering protector and her chance at true happiness. Read more…

Her ultimate mistake was marrying a man who couldn't keep his word-a man who would make her grieve as well as be terrible. At the end of the day, her desire of becoming a wife and mother will transform her into someone filled with anger and vengeance. ******** Helena Beatrice Manlupa married a man she believes is capable of providing her with a complete and happy family. Despite the accident she has gone through, she still trust her husband. Rowan Anderson Hidalgo broke his vow to his wife. His sexual condition is wrecking chaos in their marriage. He couldn't get away from his lust. He didn't realize that every time he had sex with another woman, he was turned into an immoral and irresponsible man. What if Helena discovers the truth, is she capable of forgiving herself?

“Who is he?” The cold voice asked as his broad shoulder backed the nervous fragile little being while facing the down-to-ceiling window of the luxury penthouse. Hazel doesn’t know how to explain that the man who hugged her and dragged her to a corner while leaving the restaurant was her ex. “ I said who is he?” The tall figure turned towards Hazel who swallowed hard as the cold eyes stared at her blue ones making her breathe cold air while finding it difficult to swallow her saliva and also breathe. Alex stares at his little contract wife as he brings out his phone from his pocket. “Bring him in,” he said hanging up for Hazel to frown….

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Olivia’s best friend Sandra turned against her, spoke ill about her to her husband, convinced him that she caused her fall that resulted in her miscarriage, stole from him and that she has been stealing from him for months. Also, that Olivia has been secretly taking prevention pills because she didn’t want to have a child with Nick. She convinced him that Olivia was still in love with her high school sweetheart, Marcus. In his anger, Nick sent his wife to prison and moved on with his wife’s best friend, Sandra. Will their relationship last, was Olivia going to get her revenge and her husband back?

“So, you really think I did what Fiona accused me of? I know it sounds bad, and it’s almost believable, but I’d never get into Fiona’s bed. If you could just slow down a minute, I’ll explain,” Jordan said. “Let’s assume Fiona is wrong. Where are you coming from right now? It just proves her allegations against you. As you can see, I’m busy. Please leave! I’d like to change my clothes,” I said firmly. His expression changed. “Ella, you’re kidding, right? I’ve literally seen all of you. In fact, I might have seen your guts when I’m between your legs,” he chuckled softly. “My point is, I love you, and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. So, please sit, and let’s talk,” Jordan said, walking toward me, grabbing the bag I had packed, and shoved it aside. Ella’s life of misfortune takes a shocking turn when a one-night stand with multimillionaire Jordan Denver leaves her pregnant. Jordan, who had been betrayed deeply by his ex, falls in love with Ella, but their happiness stands on the edge of a cliff, especially with an obsessed ex-girlfriend like Fiona threatening to destroy everything. Their world spirals further when Jordan is involved in a fatal shootout and loses parts of his memory, forgetting everything about Ella. In the midst of all this chaos, Ella’s freedom is threatened when she learns she might go to jail for a murder she’s been accused of. Will Jordan remember the woman who captured his heart and save her before it’s too late, or will Ella’s life come crashing down for good?

My sister-in-law, Alicia, insisted that her son was a chosen fighter, blessed by God and immune to harm. The truth was far darker: every injury meant for him was being transferred onto my daughter. His congenital heart disease disappeared overnight. While most children his age were still carefully protected, he was already taking part in extreme sports and never suffered so much as a scratch. Meanwhile, my once-healthy daughter weakened day by day. She began to suffer unexplained fractures throughout her body. There was not a single place left uninjured. It was impossible not to see the connection. When I voiced my suspicions to my husband, Jeff Charlton, and my mother-in-law, Kelly Freeman, they dismissed me as delusional. They accused me of being jealous that Alicia had given birth to a prodigy, while I had nothing but a "worthless" daughter. Later, Alicia's son completed a trek across the Saharain Desert and became an overnight sensation, a child star adored by millions. At the same time, my daughter suddenly collapsed from heatstroke and died without warning. Alicia went live on her platform, accusing me of making false claims out of envy. Her followers believed every word. They hunted me down and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Alicia first proclaimed her son a miracle child. This time, I was no longer a powerless mother. As a specialist doctor, I calmly pulled on my gloves. "Alicia," I said with a smile, "Let me examine my nephew and see if he's truly cured."