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My daughter, Wendy Lawson, was a rising star in the piano world. But on the day of the piano competition grand finals, someone locked her in a restroom. She was so shaken she missed her chance at the championship. I checked the CCTV footage and found out exactly who was behind it. I was ready to file a formal complaint for malicious sabotage. But my husband stepped in and shut me down cold. “It was just a squabble between two kids. If you report Theresa’s sister, I’ll make sure Wendy doesn’t even get second place!” I was so furious my whole body trembled. I never imagined Phillip would go this far to bully his own daughter to protect his secretary’s sister! Just then, Wendy held onto my hand as she fought back tears. “Mom, I don’t want the championship anymore… and I don’t want Dad either.” I tightened my grip around her small hand. “All right. If you do not want him, then I do not want him either!”

On the fifth year after marrying Giovanni Santoro, the Don of the Santoro family, he decides to make a public appearance with his mistress, Valentina Conti. He no longer denies the truth behind the romantic scandals. Videos of them that have been taken in secret, as well as salacious gossip featuring the two, are spread like wildfire in New Albion. It's an act of declaring ownership over Giovanni that he himself has silently permitted. There are even busybodies who don't know their place and decide to prod me for answers with smiles on their faces. "Does this mean someone else is going to replace you as the Donna of the family?" That night, the underworld of New Albion secretly goes through a thorough purge. I file for a divorce with Giovanni immediately before marrying his biggest enemy, Franco Messina. After that, the Santoro family goes into bankruptcy. Their power and authority easily crumble into dust. Giovanni kneels before me. With tears running down his face, he begs me for forgiveness. I just smile while waving the divorce agreement in my hand. "Sorry, but we're already divorced."

My husband's first love ran off to a nightclub. She was drugged and assaulted there, and a year later returned with a child. Without a word, Bryson Tanner dragged me to the courthouse to file for divorce. "In this world, widows and orphans are easy prey. I can't just watch Christina get hurt. I'll acknowledge her child as mine." I held my own child in my arms and calmly filled out the paperwork. Just because I was reborn. In my previous life, I had refused to divorce at all costs. I'd also publicly exposed Christina Floyd's tangled affairs with men. She endured scorn and humiliation, and in a fit of anger, left her son behind to escape… only to die on that train. When Bryson heard of it, he showed no expression. Yet a month later, he watched coldly as I was drugged and assaulted, and accused me of cheating and giving birth to another man's child. It wasn't until my child and I were driven to death that I realized the depth of his hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Bryson asked for a divorce.

"Let's file an annulment, Isla..." Ibinigay ni Isla Ferrer ang lahat-lahat sa pinakamamahal niyang asawa na si George Madrigal. Mula sa pagmamahal, oras, atensyon at salapi. Subalit imbes na suklian ng kaakibat na pagmamahal, isang pagtataksil ang ginawa ng kanyang asawa at balak pang pakasalan ang kabit nito, dahilan kung bakit tuluyang nawasak ang puso ni Isla. Dahil sa sakit na ipinaramdam ni George sa kanya, ipinapangako ni Isla sa sarili niya na gaganti siya sa mga taong nanakit sa kanya. Kahit pa pabagsakin ang sarili niyang asawa na minsan na niyang minahal at sinamba. At sa kanyang pagbangon, mapagtatagumpayan kaya ni Isla ang balak niyang paghihiganti? O muli lang na manunumbalik ang dati niyang pagmamahal sa lalaki. Hanggang saan dadalhin si Isla ng galit na bumabalot sa kanyang puso? Magawa kaya niyang pabagsakin ang negosyo at ang pamilya Madrigal? Kayanin kaya niyang paghigantihan ang pamilyang naging ikalawa niyang tahanan?

Warning: SPG⚠️ Trigger: Che@ting, PT$D, S€lf-harm, St@lking, Kidn@pping, Too much dr@ma Type of Main Lead: Antagonist/Protagonist Blurb: Elyana Begum's husband, Lucas Wilhelm, makes her believe she is to blame for their failing marriage. We she caught him and another woman making out inside the bedroom of their resthouse given to her as a gift for their wedding anniversary, Lucas used the reason his wife couldn't give him a child that's why he did it—pushing Elyana to file for divorce to completely cut ties with him. Betrayed and heartbroken, she left England for good without knowing the truth of her husband's infidelity. She found shelter on the side of her childhood best friend, Felipe, a.k.a. Felicity. Handsome, successful matchmaker who labeled himself gay and had no interest in women. As Elyana spends time with him day and night, she eventually feels her heart pounding harshly when Felipe is close. His gentleness towards her and how much he cares makes her want to be with him more often; however, Lucas' sudden appearance, bringing up the truth to take her back, puts Elyana's heart into turmoil.

Serena was in tears as she moved slowly toward her husband's study room. She entered the room with a medical file securely in her hand but discovered her husband sitting next to his lawyer. Serena confusedly look at Marcus, "Honey," but was interrupted by a seductive, sinister voice. "Sign these divorce papers, take what you want, and leave my estate," he demanded. Serena was puzzled as tears slowly began to stream down her. She stared at her husband but only received lifeless eyes. *** He wants her back but she doesn't want to. It's been a year since Marcus divorced Serena. But now Marcus regrets his mistake of divorcing the love of his life just because of some morphed pictures. Now the so-called richest man in the world wants his wife back. But will Serena give him a chance? Also, what did the medical papers contain? Serena now wants nothing to do with her life as she has accepted misery as her fate. But what if Marcus wants her back? Will she choose to be happy in the arms of her love? Or her loath towards her ex-husband will hold out in the end?

On the evening of her wedding anniversary, Diana walks into her own home carrying groceries and hope, only to realise she has already been replaced. Replaced by her daughter’s school teacher – Lauren Johnson. “You threw her a birthday party in my house?” Diana asked, her voice shaking. “On our wedding anniversary?” She’s rejected not only by her husband, but by her own daughter too. “Miss Lauren, can you please be my Mommy?” Selena cried. “I hate her!” She pointed at her mother, her little eight-years-old voice betraying her age. Every sacrifice finally reveals itself for what it was: slow erasure. When Diana places a file in Henry’s hand and says, “Sign this,” she is done begging. She walks away quietly. Only then does the house feel empty. “Where’s Mommy?” Selena asks as they returns not able to find Diana anywhere in the house. What happens when Henry discovers the document he signed was actually their divorce paper? Will he be able to cope with Diana gone? How about Selena – their daughter, what becomes of her?

Steven Zimmer, the assistant of my wife, Lucy Quinn, has lost in a truth-or-dare session. Lucy doesn't hesitate to file for a divorce from me for the ninth time. In the courthouse, I hear the staff member asking Lucy curiously, "Your husband is like a well-trained dog now. You've already married and divorced him nine times! Aren't you worried that your husband might ditch you for real?" Lucy merely smirks at her. "Do you know that the more ruthless you are when you abandon your pets, the harder it'll be for them to live without you? In fact, they will just become more obedient and docile. As long as I curl a finger at him, he'll definitely sink down to his knees and beg me to remarry him." Everyone bursts into laughter after that. They bet that I'll plead pathetically to Lucy to remarry me for the tenth time in less than a day after I've obtained the divorce certificate. Lucy even declares that she'll stream the tenth wedding proposal on the Internet when it happens. But the next day, Lucy keeps waiting for me to show up at the city hall while clad in a wedding dress. All she gets is a text from me. "No more proposals. This is the end between us, Lucy."

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

My father was hospitalized with a fractured bone. He needed someone to look after him. My wife, Alma, who was also a doctor, said she had to attend the Lancet conference abroad. She claimed it was an event she could not miss. While I was caring for my father, my younger brother, Jack, forwarded a short video to me. “Clyde, you need to look at this video of Alma.” In the video, Alma, who always took great care of her hands, was assembling parts on an assembly line at an electronics factory. I looked up info on who uploaded the photo. It was Tobias Zidel, a male nurse from her department. He captioned the video: [From the operating table to my assembly line. A true woman of all trades!] I resisted the urge to confront her. Instead, I forwarded the video to the department’s group chat. [I wonder how much Dr. Ashford earns per day working at Mr. Zidel’s family factory?] The group chat instantly exploded with messages. The video spread across the entire hospital. Alma bombarded me with frantic phone calls. She demanded that I retract the message. “Come with a written apology on Monday. You will apologize to Mr. Zidel publicly during the meeting!” I hung up decisively. Then, I scheduled an appointment to file for divorce. I did not want a wife like this.