Arknights X Male Reader

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three months later, on my birthday, I find out the supposedly fired Jackson has been promoted to Keira's personal secretary. He personally delivers a custom-made birthday cake to me. I call Keira to demand an explanation, but her voice on the other end is cold and distant. "Jack meant well. Don't be a spoilsport." I freeze for a moment, then hang up. It turns out my parents are right all along. The only way a birthday cake tastes right is when it's served with divorce papers.

My wife, Rochelle Willoughby, went on a business trip for five months. When I picked her up at the airport, she showed up with her true love instead. I noticed her baby bump and was about to ask some questions, but she shoved me away like I was some disgusting piece of trash. "Don't touch me with your grubby hands. I'm pregnant with Samuel's baby. If you hurt it somehow, I'll kill you!" Then, she gently held Samuel Riverson's hand. "You must be exhausted. Let's go home." She left me at the airport without so much as a glance. I saw them off and quietly rubbed the part Rochelle shoved. Then, I contacted my divorce lawyer. Ten years. This marriage finally came to an end.

Rachel Larson was adamant about marrying me, and she spent ten years stealing my heart. On the night before our wedding, I overheard her conversation with her friend. "You're marrying Leonardo? What about your side piece?" A moment of silence later, Rachel answered, "That guy? He's just a cheap replacement. Leonardo's the real deal. Don't compare my side piece to him. If he stays put and keeps his mouth shut, I might let him stay around. Leonardo's a broad-minded man. He won't mind." The side piece did not stay put. In fact, he caused a scene at the wedding the next day. He shoved me off the stage, but the woman who was supposed to marry me darted over to his side instead. Why? He was holding a piece of broken glass against his throat. Gutturally, he roared, "Choose! Me or him?" Panicked, Rachel kicked me away despite my injuries, and she roared, "Get out of the way! I need to take him to the hospital! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!" She didn't need to wait that long. My heart died right there and then. … That night, I bought a flight ticket that would take me abroad and left her.

I had been the company's top sales performer—the kind who brought in tens of millions in revenue. But just because I hadn't praised my boss' girlfriend in the company group chat, she fired me without hesitation and replaced me with her cousin. Not long after, the company's sales dropped straight to zero. That was when she had come to my door on her own to apologize. "Please, come back," she had begged. "My boyfriend said he'll break up with me if you don't return."

When her first love died, my wife jumped from the cruise ship to end her life on our honeymoon. That was when I realized she had never let go of Tyler. Reborn back to our teenage years, she didn’t hesitate to shake off my hand and walk straight toward her first love. I watched them leave together, then turned away. From that moment on, our lives became two parallel lines that would never cross. Ten years later, we meet again at a lavish gala in Rivendell. She was now the rising star of high society, proudly clinging to Tyler’s arm as they made their entrance. When she saw me crash the gala in search of someone, she couldn’t help but advise me. “Why are you still obsessed with me? Even if you’ve waited ten years, I’ll never love you.” I ignored her and pulled my son out of the corner where he had been sneaking cake. Her eyes instantly redden as she grabs my hand in a panic. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Didn’t you say you’d only ever love me in this life?”

ดูเหมือนของขวัญวันเกิดปีนี้คงจะทำให้ชีวิตผมไม่ปกติสุขอีกต่อไป - แฟนมีตxพาสต้า

เขาคิดว่าตัวเองแน่ แต่กลับเอาชนะ 'เธอ' ไม่ได้สักครั้ง [โปรดXอัสมา]

ใครๆก็บอกว่าคุณสส. น่ะใจร้าย (สส. เซียง x อบเชย)

“ยามข้ารักท่าน ท่านมิห่วงหา ยามข้าหมดใจ ไร้ซึ่งยินดียินร้าย เหตุใดท่านต้องแสร้งนึกถึงความหลัง เหนี่ยวรั้งข้าไว้ข้างกายเช่นนี้” เรื่องย่อ : เพราะเขาทนมองนางตายไปต่อหน้าต่อตาได้อย่างเลือดเย็น เช่นนี้นางยังผูกใจรักเขาได้อยู่อีกหรือ บุรุษเช่นนี้หรือที่นางใฝ่หา เสิ่นหนิงจิน ฮองเฮาแห่งต้าหยาง เคยพยายามทุกวิถีทางให้นางได้อยู่ในสายตาชายที่รัก แต่ไม่ว่าจะทำอย่างไรความสัมพันธ์อันเก่าก่อนของนางและเขาก็มิอาจหวนกลับ ‘จินเอ๋อร์ของอวี่เกอ’ ยากจะหวนกลับ คงหลงเหลือเพียง ‘ฮ่องเต้และฮองเฮาแห่งต้าหยาง’เท่านั้น เจิ้งเฟยอวี่ x เสิ่นหนิงจิน “หากเป็นเมื่อก่อนเจ้าคงไม่มองข้าด้วยสายตาเช่นนี้” “มิต้องกังวลไปเพคะ หม่อมฉันอยู่มองพระองค์ด้วยสายตาเช่นนี้อีกไม่นานนักหรอก” “หมายความว่าอย่างไร...” “หม่อมฉันมิอยากเป็นฮองเฮาแล้วเพคะ” “...” “หากฝ่าบาทจะกรุณา ช่วยมอบอิสระให้หม่อมฉันได้หรือไม่เพคะ”

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."