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Queenie Livingston, my best friend whom I have cared for over the years, gives me a bottle of perfume. I immediately turn around and pour its contents down the toilet. In my previous life, that perfume made me sprout hair all over my body and reek. I was shunned by my colleagues, and my then-boyfriend and superior, Preston Zimmerman, wasted no time in dumping me and hooking up with Queenie. I desperately sought medical treatment back then, but with nowhere left to turn, I died in utter agony and despair. Only after my death did I learn that the grotesque condition was caused by the perfume Queenie had maliciously tampered with. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the exact day Queenie gave me the perfume.

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

Happily married for 2 years, I thought all his grumpiness lately was only temporary. Maybe not the richest man, but he definitely puts his work as his priority, and I want to support him with all I have. I gave all the millions of dollars of my family wealth to him to build up his company, and didn't regret that. I love him. All I wanted was a family with him, a child for me to focus my attention on. But he often says he doesn't want a child before his career is stable. I understand, and I am willing to wait, until last night-- I found out that I had adopted his mistress's child thinking he was mine. On the day of our anniversary, I received a message from an unknown number. It's a picture of him with a woman in bed. And the text reads: he has been mine from the beginning. Three days later when he comes to the house that he shared with me in the past two years for one last time, he sees the divorce paper I left him, together with the necklace he gave the girl who saved him ten years ago! Pain and regret burst out in his chest, but this time he couldn’t find me anywhere. Five years later I came back to Arizona with beautiful quadruplets who have resemblance to the most powerful Alpha King in the world, but there's a problem: he isn't ready to let me go even though he's damaged and causes me nothing but pain.

On the day I won the national esports championship, my girlfriend of eight years told me she wanted to go on stage and personally present me with flowers. Standing on the podium, my heart was racing. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring I'd hidden there, ready to propose to her in front of the entire nation. But what happened next shocked me. She giggled and, instead of handing me the bouquet, she gave it to her male best friend. Under the bright lights, they became the center of attention. The crowd cheered, and their congratulatory messages flooded the trending topics. Even his fans tagged me in posts, mocking, [I told you not to get in the way of our couple, now look at you.] I simply posted on Twitter, [Respect and blessings. Please be locked together forever.]

When I return to the day I discover my husband, David Stone, is cheating on me, I immediately switch shifts with my colleague. In my previous life, David had been fooling around with my best friend, Roxanne Lane, in his car when they got into an accident and were rushed to the hospital. When I received the news, I hurried there at once and saw them tangled together, naked, in the aftermath of the wreck. My colleague operated on them, and both of them survived. However, the shock was too much for me, and I passed out. When I woke up, David sent me divorce papers, demanding that I leave the marriage empty-handed. Citing his affair, I demanded half of his assets. In response, he sneered, "Me? Cheating? Where's the evidence?" That was when I remembered that I had fainted before taking any photos. The hospital's surveillance cameras happened to be down that day, leaving me without a shred of proof. I lost the case and walked out with nothing. On the day of the divorce, broke and numb, I stumbled out of the courthouse and was hit by a car. Now, the moment I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day David and Roxanne are taken to the hospital.

In high school, I had finally worked up the courage to confess my feelings to my longtime crush. The next day, he disappeared from my life without a word. Heartbroken and furious, I moved on and started dating someone else, leaving him behind in my memories. Years passed, and I thought I had buried that part of my life. But ten years later, fate threw us back together—this time, he was my new boss. Not just any boss, but my boss’ boss. I had no idea how to face him, but one thing was clear: resigning suddenly felt like my best option.

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"

On my wedding day, my best friend, Beatrice Hopper, buys a lottery ticket from a convenience store and gives it to me as a wedding gift. I initially believe that she's joking, but when I see the unmistakable disdain in her eyes, I know something is off. "They say it's the thought that counts. This gift is precisely how I show that I care. Besides, I'm pregnant and need money for everything right now. I don't want you to feel bad about taking my money," she says. Honestly, I'm disappointed. But since it's my wedding, I can only stand there and watch as my best friend drags her entire family to the reception for free food and drinks. As expected, the wedding ends on a sour note. The two of us part ways unhappily. What I don't see coming, though, is winning 50 million dollars in the lottery that night. Elated, I tell my husband the news, and we head to the lottery office first thing in the morning to claim the prize. The news quickly spreads among our friends and family. But by the afternoon, Beatrice pounds on my door, demanding I return the lottery ticket. "I should've been the winner!" she screamed. "I was the one who bought it, so why should you take away my prize?" I keep backing away from her, panic flooding my entire body, so much so that I don't even notice she's holding a knife. The last thing I expect is for her to swing it at me in the middle of our struggle. By the time I realize what's happening, the blade is already buried in my husband's chest. I try to call the police, but Beatrice yanks me back. We grapple, stumble, and crash through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Eventually, we fall to our deaths in the courtyard below. The universe must've had mercy on me because when I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment she hands me that lottery ticket. Here comes my second chance.

ใครสักคนเคยว่าไว้...บางครั้ง ‘โชคชะตาก็น่าตลก’ อาจูเชื่อมาตลอด ว่า ‘จริง’ แต่ไม่เคยนึกมาก่อนว่าโชคชะตาของตัวเองจะไม่ใช่แค่ตลก แต่เป็นตลกมาก! และจุดเริ่มต้นของเรื่องราวตลกร้ายที่ว่า ก็คือแพคเกจทัวร์ 'ตามรอยมังกรหยก' สุดเก๋ ที่ทำให้ได้พบกระบี่เขรอะสนิมเล่มหนึ่ง ก็แค่ความหวังดี...เล็กน้อยจริงๆ ที่ทำให้อาจูเอื้อมมือไปแหวกเถาวัลย์ปัดฝุ่น ตรวจดูว่าของนั้นใช่อย่างที่คิดหรือไม่ใช่ ใครจะคิดว่าอยู่ดีๆ จะมีงูตัวเป็นๆ พุ่งมาฉกกัด แล้วพอรู้สึกตัวขึ้นมาอีกที ก็พบว่าวิญญาณทะลุมิติข้ามเวลามาอยู่ในร่างเด็กสาวสารร่างบอบบางผมยาวเฟื้อยร่างนี้แล้ว แค่ความแค้นที่สุมแน่นในทรวงสาวน้อยนางนี้ ก็คับแน่นอกคัพDของร่างใหม่ร่างนี้จะแย่แล้ว นี่เธอยังต้องคุกเข่าคำนับจ้าวหุบเขาโฉดโหดเถื่อนที่มีดีแค่รูปร่างหน้าตาเป็นอาจารย์ แถมยังต้องทำงานรับใช้เขาทุกวันอีก! ทีในนิยายกับละครพวกนั้น พวกนางเอกทะลุมิติข้ามเวลาแล้วได้เป็นฮองเฮา ชายาอ๋อง แต่พอเป็นเธอ กลับต้องทะลุมิติมาเป็นขี้ข้า! หึ! ศิษย์อาจารย์บ้าบออันใดกัน ถ้ายอมให้โขกสับกันง่ายๆ ก็โง่น่ะสิ!

เพียงเพราะหนี้สินห้าอีแปะที่ไม่ตั้งใจก่อในวัยเยาว์ ชีวิตเฉินเซียงหรงวุ่นวาย ถูกจวิ้นหวังจ๋างจื่อจอมเจ้าเล่ห์ตามติด! จวิ้นหวังจ๋างจื่อ 'หลี่ตือหลิน' ผู้นี้ ออกรบติดพันอยู่ที่ชายแดนตั้งแต่ยังอายุได้ไม่เท่าไหร่ ผ่านมาหลายปีเพิ่งจะได้กลับตำหนัก กลับไม่กตัญญูดูแลปรนนิบัติมารดา ไม่ท่องเที่ยวพักผ่อนหย่อนใจ ไม่จัดงานเลี้ยงหรือเข้าร่วมงานรื่นเริง ไม่หาความสงบ ไม่หาความสำราญ แต่ละวันกลับเอาแต่สรรหาวิธีการมากวนใจลูกหนี้อย่างนางไม่หยุดหย่อน ครั้นจะคืนห้าอีแปะนั่นให้ดีๆ ก็ไม่ยอม กลับอ้างว่า “ต่อให้เจ้ามอบให้ข้าสักห้าพันตำลึง ก็ยังไม่ใช่ห้าอีแปะนั้นที่ข้าจ่ายออกไปอยู่ดี” ทั้งยังดันทุรังจะแต่งงานกับนางให้ได้ด้วย เรื่องบ้าอะไรกัน? แบบนี้ก็ได้หรือ?!