All He Did Was Step Back

Bata pa lang ay alam na nilang ipinagkasundo silang dalawa ni Sky. Pareho na nilang tanggap iyon. Ang musmos na puso niya ay hindi na makapaghintay na dumating ang araw na siya'y magiging ganap na Mrs. Razon. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang umeksena sa buhay nila ang pinsan niyang si Audrey. Pinapayagan ng mga magulang nila ang makipagrelasyon muna sa iba hangga't hindi pa dumating ang takdang araw na iaanunsiyo ang pormal nilang engagement. Pilit na itinatago ng dalawa ang relasyon nila pero alam na alam ng puso niya ang katotohanan. Wala rin naman siyang karapatang pigilan iyon kahit nasasaktan na siya. Naganap pa rin ang kasal nila ni Sky kahit pa nga alam niyang may iba itong mahal. Nagrebelde ang batang puso niya na naging dahilan ng paglayo ni Sky ng pitong taon. Sa pagbabalik nito ay nagulat na lang siya nang ianunsiyo ng asawa ang nalalapit na kasal nito sa first love nitong si Audrey. Paano nga ba niya hahadlangan iyon gayong nalaman na lang niyang peke pala ang kasal nila? Dala-dala niya ang apelyido nito sa loob ng ilang taon kahit wala naman pala siyang karapatang tawaging Mrs. Braillene Razon.

My once best friend posted a photo on her social media account on the tenth anniversary of my marriage. In the photo, her daughter and my son were wrapped in my husband's and her arms. The caption said, 'The perfect pair.' I commented, 'Perfect indeed.' Soon, the post was deleted. The next day, my husband rushed home and asked me, "Sophie is finally recovering. Why are you provoking her?" My son even pushed me and accused me, "It's all your fault for making Tammy cry." I took out the divorce papers and threw them in their faces. "Well, it's my fault, so I quit your perfect family of four."

She was raped by her boyfriend on convocational day. He left her and run away. She got pregnant and gave birth to a twins, seven years later he came back with a wife and a six years old boy. So he want her to be his back.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip.   He even posted a selfie with her on social media.   I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office.   When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort.   “Are you sure you don’t want to notify the baby’s father? The surgeon asked me. “After this surgery, you won’t ever be able to have children again.”  I closed my eyes.  “He’s dead to me.” 

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads. If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world. Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure. The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world. They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead. In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me. But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

When American engineer Evan Hart arrives in Rome, he expects worn stones, ancient architecture, and a chance to quietly rethink his failing marriage. He doesn’t expect Livia Moretti—the enigmatic archivist whose fragile intensity pulls him into a slow-burning, dangerous affair he never meant to start. Livia is brilliant, secretive, and a little broken… and Evan can’t stay away. But when he finally tells his wife Leah he wants a separation, she collapses, claiming she’s been diagnosed with a devastating neurological disease. Overnight, Evan’s guilt becomes a trap. Then Livia disappears without a trace. Anonymous photographs of him and Livia arrive in the mail. A stranger begins watching his apartment. And Leah—sweet, steady Leah—starts behaving in ways he can’t explain. When Evan finds hidden documents and photographs connecting the two women in his life, he follows a clue to a remote coastal village, where he learns Livia once lived under a different name… and may have been running from something far darker than heartbreak. As Evan digs deeper, he uncovers the edge of a conspiracy built on identity, memory, and manipulation—one determined to keep its secrets buried. Someone is pulling strings. Someone is rewriting the truth. And someone wants Evan to stop asking questions. Caught between a wife he no longer understands and a lover who may not be who she claimed to be, Evan is forced to confront the one question he never thought to ask: If the women in his life are wearing borrowed identities… then who has been shaping his? In a story of seduction, deception, and emotional obsession, All the Names She Wore explores the dangerous terrain between love and control—and what happens when the truth becomes the most terrifying lie of all.

They heard four growls from the sofa. The Queen sees her four mates look jealous of Jack. "Queen, it still has time. You take back this rejection. None of us will say anything to you." Xain's voice was filled with pain and anger. The queen once again looked at her four mates who were seen in more pain than her. Their hands were bursting with pain in their heart. They cannot believe that the mate who they used to enjoy touchring and upsetting her. Today they are feeling immense pain due to the rejection of their mate. "I have to say the same thing to all of you. There is still time, accept my rejection quickly so that you all can go into the arms of those women that are waiting on the bed." Queen Side said with a cold smile. "You have gone mad, Queen. If we accept your rejection, you will no longer live." Peter said angrily. "I would rather die than be living with you five. Anyway, none of you are happy with this relationship. For you all, the relationship of mates has been only in name. That's why you keep maintaining relations with many women behind my back. You five Alphas' never thought what would happen to me whenever you sleep with someone else. Even now those women are still in your beds. The sorrow, that pain that you five have given me during this six years of relationship. I'm ending those pain. Accept my rejection. Let me live freely after this. I don't want mates nor do I want my family to hate me being in this world." Queen chuckles at her situation.

Ruth Abellana is egocentric, self-centered and ambitious. She never values anyone except for herself and her sister, Tina. Loves money and materialistic. On the night of May 25th, Ruth involved in an unfortunate event. In the halfway of a calm and tranquil night, an accident occurs in the bridge. Due to it, she was lying in a coma for a couple of months. After 6 months long, Ruth was finally awake, but something odd happened, she sees the soul of an unknown man, asking for help. He can't remember anything except the tragedy of his death, which was the accident on the bridge on the night of May 25.

After being married for five years, my husband, Harvey Jepson, brings his first love, Debbie Grayson, home after a six-month business trip. Debbie is over three months pregnant. Harvey says it's hard for her alone, so she's temporarily living with us. I say no, and Harvey warns me to know my place. His scornful tone seems to hint that he's forgotten this villa was a wedding gift to me. He and his family have been leeching off me for the past five years. This time, I'm cutting all of them off. I smile and call my assistant. "Draw up a divorce agreement for me now. To think a live-in husband would have the nerve to bring his mistress home so boldly."